"Who is behind all of this?"
Alan asked again, his voice and breath cold. Amidst the pouring rain, in this once-populated area.
Now lay only these two.
"Sl-"
The C-ranked awakened tried to speak but stopped midway through.
"Sl?"
Alan's cold breath terrified him deeply. He wondered if even the devil could be this scary?
The pouring rain washed away the blood of his comrades, and his tears and other bodily fluids.
"We were just told to transport them into the slums!"
He said, almost crying when he did.
Alan, clinging onto some bits of insanity, questioned.
"Them?"
He asked the man, but the reply he got was not from him.
*BANG!*
The noise of metal being bent was heard. Alan looked towards the source of the noise.
Three trucks in the distance. That was where it was coming from.
*Bang*Bang!*
The containers of the trucks malformed with each bang!
And then whatever was inside soon came out.
