Logan's adventure (3)

The wind was howling like some horror movie opening and the obscure streets were blinded to the eyes. Pitch black everywhere. His special eyes were a reward to overcome the common problem for a normal human. 

In the darkness, the street hardly looked abandoned and haunted. The smeared dry blood detailed civil war atrocities. The street was abandoned because of the excessive blood spilled and also was the rebellious bunker. 

It was also their grave. Their demise. 

The king's ancestor abandoned the street out of respect. 

The abandoned houses, smashed windows, cracked doors. It was still there, waiting for owners that would never come. 

The street hadn't heard laughter for more than a decade. There were still the lightless street-lamps and the chilly night. It was supposed to be a lightless street. Or that's what he thought from the very beginning.