At the front of the military headquarters, RedBull—the name every citizen of Westeros referred to the camp—Kai's expression softened.
Just on the road where the truck had stopped, a lady with blue hair, similar to his mother, walked by, holding the hands of a small girl.
'Mama…' Kai's eyes closed as his mother's face lanced through his thoughts.
"Get down!" a soldier with the name T.K inscribed on his badge whipped his hand in the air.
Everyone in the truck got down, but Kai remained still, tears dripping down his cheeks.
"Hey kid," T.K slammed his hand on the metal side of the truck.
Shockwaves waved through Kai's bones. His eyes cracked open, yet his mother's smiling face never faded.
After thirty minutes, the fifteen guys and ten ladies followed the man, their heels clicking on the graveled ground.
As soon as they moved past groups of soldiers, whispers clung to them like waves.
