The soldier and Wilson entered the tent and walked directly into a small City. There were people around, food stalls, public toilets, entertainment houses and adminstrative offices, all tagged accordingly for easy identification.
"This is Tent City 201. If you want to know more, join the military. Follow closely." The solder said and entered a small building that was the only one without a tag, save for a warning that says 'Keep out!' Apparently, the person was too busy to make a more explanatory warning and so just pasted a generic keep out sign on the door.
The door sign said 'keep out!' but the soldier entered and left the door open for Wilson, who entered without much thought.
The place seemed desolate and as they walked further inside, their footsteps echoed as they stepped on the concrete floor.
Later, after making several turns and entering through a couple doors, they finally arrived before a door that looked very different from all the other wood colored doors. This door was painted blood red and looked like it was made of steel in some parts, and wood in others.
The soldier opened the door and entered, closely followed by Wilson. When Wilson enter, he saw a wooden desk with a man who looked behind his years but still looked energetic, sitting behind it in a straight posture. The desk had certain files on it and a glass screen that had a symbol of a Tiger's head roaring with stripes shaped like weapons, on its back. It looked really cool, in a way. It took Wilson some time to realise that that was the tablet Jim had painstaking drawn and described in one of their lectures. He chuckled as he remembered Jim grunting in frustration after Wilson had asked a question and Jim remembered that his smartwatch would have been able to just show all the holographic images, only if it was not dead.
"Sir!" The soldier saluted.
"At ease, lieutenant!" The superior, a captain by rank, said calmly.
"Sir, this here, is Wilson and he claims to have survived the one-eyed beast attack, sir."
"Standby!" The captain looked at Wilson and says. "Sit down, Wilson."
Wilson sat down, compelled to say thank you.
"Thank you, sir!"
"What's your full name?"
"Wilson Wilder."
"Where did you come from?"
"A Faraway village." Wilson answered, unwilling to mention Forest City or the Revolutionaries HQ. Sounded like trouble.
The Captain pressed the tablet with his finger for a little while and then faced Wilson again.
"Okay! Can you tell me in detail, how you encountered the one-eyed beasts and escaped?" The Captain, requested with a commanding tone. Wilson spent the next hour telling the Captain about the encounter with one-eyed beasts, the gorilla he fought while trying to escape with Jim and the family and how the wolf did not kill him so that he could open the traveling bag for them. The Captain wanted to interrupt many times but kept his questions to himself until after Wilson was done.
"Boy, you can say with all certainty that it was a snow tiger that was inside the bag?"
"Yes, sir."
"And that you could escape simply because they voraciously fed on the tiger with abandon, completely ignoring you?"
"Yes, sir." Wilson answered again.
"And that the wolf spoke to you in English?" The Captain asked.
"Yes sir." Wilson answered for the third time, he himself barely believing what he just said. It sounded so unbelievable and was amazed that the Captain managed to maintain such an expressionless face. The captain was quiet for a while, before speaking again.
"You have been through a lot. Since you have just arrived and you look worn out, Lieutenant Ayo will take you out to heal your wounds, have a meal, a bath and go to bed. Tomorrow, you will be summoned again for more inquiries before you will be allowed to enter into the city. You must tell no one about this conversation we just had, do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Wilson said.
"Good! You may take your leave." The captain glanced at the Lieutenant Ayo who nodded his head and opened the door before leading Wilson out of the house and straight to the medical center where his wounds were healed by a magician soldier that specialised in healing magic. Like the Captain said, Lieutenant Ayo took him around to have a bath, change his clothes, feed and sleep.
As Wilson laid on the bed, tears streamed down his eyes. It has been so long since he slept so comfortably.
Wilson fell asleep in minutes and snored so loudly, the glass lamp on the desk beside his bed vibrated till it fell off the desk and shattered. But that sound was still not enough to wake a weak, weary, exhausted, Wilson up.