In the square, their direct sergeants talked about trivial matters, as the soldiers had grown accustomed to it since this was the routine they went through every time they were on duty, unable to be avoided, followed by the sergeant's command, "Dismissed!"
They thought the day would end just like that, as boring as the repetitive life before the Apocalypse, working in the factory day after day. But today was destined to be eventful. Before the sergeant could utter those two words, a sudden loud bang erupted. On the distant streets, a burst of flames soared into the dim haze of the night, so dazzlingly bright.
"Quick, quick, quick! Someone's trying to leave the United District with a flying vehicle. Stop it!"
