One Hundred Nineteen: Not a Blade of Grass Left

"Mom, I'm back," Carter walked briskly back to his home, pushed open the door, and embraced his mother with open arms.

His mother, joyful, kissed him on the face, "My child, good to have you back. Your father and I were very worried, those maniacs after all, are not normal people."

"It's nothing, at this critical juncture, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me, but I think we can't stay in this city any longer, we need to leave as soon as possible."

"No problem, your father and I are already prepared, we can leave tonight." His mother said, releasing her eldest son from her embrace: "Come, child, I've chosen a very fine blood meal for you today."

Following his mother, Carter saw a child tied up in the kitchen.

"Mother, is this alright?" Carter and his mother lifted the food onto the table together.

"After today we won't be here anymore, let the Church have their headaches. Now we're just waiting for your father to come back from the Salon," his mother replied with a smile.