~Babil, 6115 a.d. Day 172~
Latifa collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely. Her breath was rugged and she was struggling to breathe. The more she walked around, the worse she felt. She clutched the item she had swiped from the top floor of Babil and was rushing to make her way down.
For some reason, the fox had vanished while Latifa had been stalling for time. She grabbed something she found to be helpful and ran away. Whatever that monster was, she had never seen it before.
Latifa got up, breathing through her mouth as she leaned against the wall.
She held a strip of cloth about the length of a scarf in her hands. It was red in colour, sewn with a material Latifa had never encountered. She had no idea what it did, she just felt like it would be useful.
