Less than two hundred meters from the enclosing wall.
A man with a scar engraved on his chest squatted in the bushes, inspecting the circle of slaves crouched before him with his eyes as he whispered a rallying speech for the charge.
"Do you see the flames up ahead?"
"Living there are folks clad in blue coats, with chests and backsides both perky. They couldn't even beat the rats and cockroaches in the sewers, and your job is to barge in there, blow open their doors with dynamite, bash their heads with clubs, and then take over everything, do whatever you want to do."
"Now, pass down the needle, each person injects a third, don't use too much... Good, you all are doing great."
"Go on, start running, charge forward! Throw the fire bottles on top of their wall, plunge them into the abyss of terror!"
"This is a test of courage from our leader."
A pair of murky pupils, a craving for blood was ignited.
