Chapter 49: The Promised Fight
Everywhere near the low number of buildings was a complete desert, whenever it was close to the dusk. Especially on the abandoned factories near the 40s. The soldiers were under training in the west side, the superiors who didn’t work with the soldiers were preparing to move back to the central headquarters, and even the security moved further closer to the gates, as the streets around the 40s were completely devoid of the possibility of being targeted by trespassers since they were in the middle of the complex.
At that time the whistling winds were the only visitors in the area. If somebody screamed there, he’d never be heard.
Josiah’s jacket flapped with the strong wind blowing at his body. He wasn’t wearing any armor. He just had his sword; the gift his mother gave him and his dearest weapon. He was holding it pointing the blade down.