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 woke up, raising his body quickly at the same time as he breathed in a good amount of air. His mind was operating at full speed, he was feeling suffocated and his body was hot as hell. His eyes were filled with tears, and he wiped them out as quick as possible with his trembling hands.

He was not feeling too well. He was so sick that he thought he could go any time to the bathroom to throw up his last meal. Casper's vision was spinning, which contributed to his sickness, and he was feeling like his head had 3 times its weight; it was too heavy.

The soldier tried to get up from the sofa, but he had not too much strength in his legs to maintain his body on its feet, so he fell backward again.

He looked to his palms, his heart beating frantically, seemingly about to pierce his chest. He was recollecting all the previous events, trying to think what possibly he had dreamed that let him so confused and sick like that.

Just a nightmare