As Gray and a few of the young soldiers walked out of the barrack's gate, a dying breeze flew across their faces, raising the tip of their shirts.
Loud screams echoed as Gray and the soldiers moved past the trash bins and stopped at the mouth of the alley. Seeing countless children and adults run toward them, Gray raised his right arm, letting the fifteen squad following him stand guard.
"What's happening?" Gray said, stopping a fair lady who bumped into him and was about to flee.
When the lady raised her head and looked at the lieutenant she cherished most, tears dripped down from her face and fell.
She turned, pointed a trembling hand at the left side of the road where she ran from, "The… the… my… sisters are killing each other…"
She said, her voice breaking on every word that came out of her wet throat.
