Alfred sat on the bench, his hands dangling between his knees. His gaze fixed on the floor, but his ears were listening to the women that were talking. He had his own opinions on the people that they had saved.
Part of him wished they had left them trapped in the rubble. It did not matter that Nusra had loved ones that had been trapped as well. They were no good because none tried to help her when they were running from the eagles.
His eyes drifted to Nusra's remaining leg. Alfred knew that if they had left town hall just the two of them, she would have two legs. Having a missing leg in an apocalypse was like being blind in the middle of a lion's den.
At any time, death would call your name.
In a situation where running was required, Nusra would be at a disadvantage. "You should have listened to me back then. You would not have lost your leg if we didn't play good Samaritans." He suddenly said.
