It (3)

The pale light of the day spilled over some of the slanted roofs and the alleyways in the settlement.

It was a quiet morning, and people were out late, any experienced person could tell that this wasn't a sign of a good morning.

For Jason, these kind of mornings weren't good.

They didn't bring nice promises, it was much more reassuring to fight monsters in the morning than deal with a calm morning.

His breath was shallow, coming in short bursts.

He had been moving since nightfall, not even stopping to rest once.

His body did ache from the continuous hours of non-stop evasion of evasion and movement.

Jason had not slept throughout the night, and sleep was an activity that he was good at.

Currently, he laid on an uncompleted brick wall and surrounded by trash.

The outskirts of such a large settlement turned out to serve as a dump.

'I feel like shit.'

He glanced around him.