Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

Casper left the main room of the infirmary after a while. His head was a bit achy, but he knew that soon it would vanish.

He searched for more ammunition in the Ridire's corpses before he went to the room where the nurses were.

He let the rifle on his back again, tightening the bandolier and attaching it on his back. He also took back the pistol he threw.

Hastily the soldier went towards the corridor leading to the individual rooms. He glanced at the entrance door while walking away. There was nothing but silence out there, and he could not prevent himself to feel a bit anxious.

He crossed all the corridor in a matter of seconds, arriving at the final room of that place. He slammed the door with his fist.

"Hey, it's me, let me in!" He tried to shout, calling for them since there was no reaction inside there for his knocks.

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