Kailen decided to move, not knowing where he was headed. But he could not sit still, he only had one choice: to bet everything on the fact that whatever lay ahead won't kill him.
He used the darkness of the alleyways to his advantage, his thin, fragile frame panting for breaths from time to time. The pungent smoke lingered ferociously in the air, causing him to feel as if his lungs were on fire.
The scent of blood hung heavily in the air, a testament of organic lifeform blood that had been shed. The scent of burnt carbon and silicon pervaded the air, a testament of the large number of sentient machinery lifeforms that had been massacred.
Finally, Kailen arrived in an open space where there was no room for escape, no hiding place, no closed spaces or alleyways to mask his presence from an enemy. He couldn't turn back, he could only move forward in hopes of finding a teleportation gate. His heart thumped wildly, fear encumbering him.
