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

Ana pressed her back against the container again. Her breath was unsteady, and she was feeling that there was something strange with her arm.

She had a lot of difficulties while trying to reload her gun again. She felt that her arm was losing strength, and it was getting increasingly shaky.

The brigade captain strived to finish what she needed to do there. Her rifle was prepared to shot at any time.

"Am I too nervous? What is happening here?" She put her hand on her arm, rubbing it up and down until her forearm. However, with gloves, she wouldn't feel if there was something there.

She continued to rub until a strong pain crossed all her arm and nearly made her scream. The captain needed to grit her teeth to prevent it to happen. After the pain lessened and she was calm again, she soothed the tension on her jaw and focused her look on her arm.

Suicidal mission part 3