On the streets of Bion City, heavy wind blew, carrying with it discarded newspapers and pushing them against the walls of the abandoned buildings.
At the corners of the alleys, long shadows stretched as the rays of the afternoon sun shone on the walls, and the zombified humans dragged themselves toward the walls of the barracks.
Outside the barracks gate, the old gate, black polythene bags flew, floating in the air and falling on the ground like fallen angels.
Leftover bottles and wrappers spun, bumping on the iron gates and stopping.
Inside the barracks walls, where not only the leaves and the dust had accompanied, drifting brown leaves fell, falling on the monument placed right at the center of the large courtyard, and the ground.
At the side of the building at the far left side of the courtyard, flashes of light kept on appearing and going from the fractured streetlight.
