Dean was walking randomly across the streets of Refuge Sarah, still a bit torpid due to the story that he just heard. That woman surely helped him to get aware of how was the situation of the refuge currently.
"Where are we going now, Dean?" Claire asked, looking around. Since it was very late, there was nobody on the streets. The complete silence that usually befell the refuges at that hour of the night showed up again, making Dean and Claire more conscious of her own noises and words.
Muttering seemed as loud as the rumble of thunder on a stormy night.
'I always wondered how people can get so silent... When Refuge Sarah was still big, both in territory and population, the silence was the same. There wasn't any clue of noise or living thing inside here. Maybe, the residents of Saphyr grew used to be extremely quiet and cautious at night. The fear we all felt of Dreads was immensurable. We were living in a paradise and didn't want it to be gone.
