Based on past Killing Days, places like schools were rarely damaged.
After all, rioters wouldn't waste their munitions on a place with nothing to gain.
But the middle school before him was an exception that broke the norm.
In the school plaza, a dilapidated white flag fluttered feebly in the wind. A still-bleeding corpse was impaled high upon it, the flagpole having pierced straight through its body.
It was a bald, heavily tattooed man. His eyes were wide open, his lifeless pupils reflecting the gray sky.
A deep-seated terror lingered within them, as if he had encountered something truly horrifying before his death.
Beads of blood dripped continuously from the hem of the corpse's clothes.
DRIP. A drop landed in the murky puddle below, sending out faint ripples and spreading crimson rings.
Within the campus, bodies were strewn everywhere in disarray, nearly a thousand of them.
They lay in various states. Some had their limbs broken and twisted into almost bizarre positions.
