The battle in District D47 was drawing to its grim end, with voices over the intercom disappearing one after another until only silence remained.
It was like the final scene of a war movie, with the sound of gunfire outside the building gradually ceasing, leaving nothing behind.
However, this was Prison Planet, not a battlefield.
The prison guards were not soldiers sent to the front lines, but rather those who had grown tired of the endless interstellar wars and used their connections to come to this desolate planet to retire.
The last guard picked up his shotgun, and after several unsuccessful calls, he stood up and looked out the window.
He was on the 12th floor of an abandoned building. It had been quiet below for a long time, the inmates of District D47 had settled down, and what caught his eye were the bodies strewn along the street.
Then came the buzzing of the Hive's wings from afar.
