The city of Parafall fell into a state of emergency after the news of the converging undead.
With the help of the Royal Blue, the Enforcers were helping with evacuation efforts as Leslie deemed it impossible to face off against the undead coming from the west with the numbers they had.
Their only hope was burying the city to ensure that the undead would be unable to pass the mountain range and for that, they needed to ensure the city was empty to avoid adding to the already burgeoning ranks of the walking dead.
Natasha stood atop a building roof, her gaze transfixed on the street below as she watched nobles and merchants make their way to the gates where two steam trains were waiting to take them to the neighboring city of Bero.
To think that even now, the concept of classism would persist.
She'd thought Leslie above such but apparently, she was wrong.
