'What are these bastards doing?'
Ashton's undead soldiers had led him to the black market. At least where it was supposed to be. The market had been destroyed. The gates, the stalls, everything inside was in tatters. As Ashton quietly snuck inside, he was greeted by another gruesome sight.
Everything around him was covered in blood and gore. Not a single inch of space was left untainted blood. The place appeared to be rundown as if a century had passed since the place was last used when in reality, it barely had been a day.
The place did not look like it belonged there among the rest of the buildings and structures. He looked around cautiously, not knowing what to expect.
Suddenly, the air around him felt heavier than before. It was absurd to think of it like that but it felt as if the air was begging him to turn away and run. On the other hand, the smoke was getting denser. Ashton had no doubt that the source of the smoke was somewhere close by.
