Let's rewind a little.
"It is obvious who I am..."
Standing in these redwoods, two spotlights of the crimson moon touching the reddish grass were connecting me and Isabella.
The super dome of my mom, white and powerful, was holding back the knightsmen who had begun to stand on it. Underneath, Rosalind's puny army.
The gang of side characters with the red and blue cheer leaders stood on the curved street adjacent to the outskirts of this town.
Siliana was sitting away safe from all of this, Pam on the other hand, wasn't.
Domestic folks were out with pitchforks and shovels. They were holding back the undead monsters from getting into the depths of the town.
This place, I remember, was an outpost, but the condition here looked ruined. The sudden decline in the quality of living had plunged down the infrastructure too. No barricades or barriers to prevent an outside attack. Just wooden houses ready to be burned.
