[Chapter Eighteen]

They had stayed in the poorest location in the safe zone, the man had given her new clothes to wear instead of the hospital gown she had been wearing. She remembered that once they were able to leave the facility undetected, the man had fled towards a more populated location. He hid behind a slightly dilapidated building, and he took off his black clothes and exchange them with the civilian clothes he had taken from the hanging batch of clothes from one of the balconies. After which he had been casting her a few glances as he pulled her small body from among the crowd of people. When they arrived at the abandoned home near the wall, she met with the others. They had also been dressed as a poor civilian but behind them, she saw an old man bound in ropes; his eyes were blindfolded and he was gagged to prevent him from making noise. The odd thing was that the old man wasn’t even resisting against his binds or trying to yell for help, he was instead sitting limply on the chair.