When the morning light came, it shed through the town. Like a spotlight in a theatre, it highlighted the devastating situation in the Snares town.
Most of the houses were reduced to rubble. Trample like houses of cards.
"Is Alexander sure that there are still people here?" Darius asked.
"He talked to some of the survivors, he had to be sure," Luke said confidently.
"If you say so then," Darius nodded.
'He seems to trust Alexander a lot, how long have been they working together?' He asked himself.
A roar shook the earth, taking the young men by surprise.
In the middle of the destroyed houses, a young boy was running desperately. In his chest, he was clutching a doll.
Tears flow down his face as he runs for his life.
A giant chasing after him, a massive ax in hand.
The air in Darius's lungs tangled together. Preventing him from breathing properly.
