They had scavenged what they could from the remains of Mina's kitchen like the cans of beans, a few packets of dried noodles, and a half-melted block of cheese from the fridge that would not last the day.
Mina tucked it all into her small pack while Clyde gave the place one last glance.
When they stepped outside the air still carried that strange, fragile calm. The sky was a bright blue with dimension cracked in the middle. The streets cracked and broken, littered with scraps of things that had once been ordinary life and of course, blood and corpses of both human and monsters.
As they walked, Clyde's thoughts wandered.
In his previous life, probably around this point in time, he had met another group of survivors.
They had banded together, fought side by side, and eventually made it to the Sivagadh Fortress after long hard journey. The Fortress that later he know as the strongholds of resistance against the Higher Beings' cruelty.
