Song Heping ultimately decided to return to Latakia Police Station with Chief Hussein.
The night wind carried the scent of smoke and scorched earth, blowing through this scarred city.
The distant skyline was tinted dark red by gunfire, occasionally streaked by the trajectories of tracer bullets, like the Grim Reaper's scythe swinging in the dark.
"The whole city is a mess now, venturing out at night is suicide."
Chief Hussein whispered.
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't rested properly in a long time.
His uniform was covered in dust and dried bloodstains, the bandage on his right arm had become brown with seeped blood.
The police station was located in the northern district of Latakia City, a three-story concrete building with walls riddled with bullet holes, like it had been torn by the claws of some monstrous beast.
Several police cars in the yard had long been wrecked, their tires burned to twisted metal rims, one car door was ajar with shell casings scattered inside.
