C94 The Conspirators Were Moving Flowers and Trees
In the gloom of the night, a few ragged figures were running north along the road.
They did not know how far they had run until they could no longer see the thick smoke and the disaster victims nearby. Only then did they stumble and stop.
It was pitch black around them. Only the moon in the sky was barely illuminating the surroundings.
The few of them looked around. The yellow land was empty