Aoto wrinkled his nose, trying to distinguish the components in the air.
The scent of damp mold, the stench of urine and feces, the foul odor of rotting food... Various nauseating smells mixed together made Aoto instinctively slow his breathing.
Looking at the ground beneath his feet, the uneven surface reminded one of the moon's surface.
There was a large pit here, a protruding rock there; a heavy rain had fallen this afternoon, so those depressions were filled with pools of water of a nauseating color.
Occasionally, he could spot dead rats, dead insects, and other strange objects floating on the surface of these pools.
Hardly a single intact house could be seen here; wherever his eyes landed, he saw buildings that seemed they could be kicked into collapse.
The oppressive silence was broken only by the sound of rats and insects, causing those unfamiliar with the area to think it was some abandoned wasteland.
