Time skipped between Zane's and Karkoth's alleviating conversations they both had, chatting about the reasons Karkoth vanished suddenly in a period where Zane was smiling gleefully through the blossoming, pink trees.

It was a new thing Zane experienced since he's been solitary for nearly three years roaming around in the deserted forest, surviving purely on rabbit meat that started to become a rare sight for Zane as troops of rabbits alarmed their neighbourhood about the territories, where a wild beast wanders around in.

While Zane spoke with Karkoth, he came across a familiar figure, it was a sea turtle fully covered in black liquid with some parts of it having repeated mushroom-shaped bubbles pop loudly.

It stared back at Zane not panicking that it was spotted, it calmly rested behind a perched up tree, eavesdropping on the conversations that were being presented at the moment time, it had a comfortable aura, nothing of it seemed extremely dangerous.

A friendly vibe was felt from the unknown turtle Zane met in his two-sided mind.

"Are you listening?" Karkoth suddenly provoked, snapping Zane's dull eyes onto his commanding, direct figure.

"Oh yes, how are you going to find a town where nobody knows me? I'm pretty sure I'm on the news somewhere" Zane responded with a serious question.

"Trust me, if you were on the news this forest would have been burnt down just to kidnap you and turn you into their puppet" Karkoth playfully jokes, silently laughing under his poker face he lately puts on to mimic Zane's boring personality where no emotions laid their scent.

"Fair enough, nothing suspicious has happened yet" Zane replied, gradually turning his head towards the controversial, silenced turtle that remained put in their sneaky area, transmitting back the stares it obtained from an inquisitive Zane.

"Here's a town, but it's recently been bombed to pieces from the ongoing war between a fierce organization of imaginary friend resistances and the government military.

"There's a war happening near where I live? Why wasn't the News talking about this subject in the school I escaped from then?" Zane questioned, baffled, glimpsing at the inky screen Karkoth created from separating the black liquid from his skin into floating, dripping balls that tangled into each other creating a modern iPad screen.

"Because the school you lived in was heavily monitored by the government, that's why the military placed an investigation only in one school which is coincidentally yours" Karkoth explained in possible clear details.

Taking in all information, Zane grabbed his equipment and started heading to the direction the inky iPad appointed, covering his face under the fluffy balaclava he pulled on his face with from the upcoming winter that was about to storm in Zane's revealed position.

The clothes he wore were ripping negligibly from how big Zane had grown, forcing him to walk on his bare feet across the intense, substantial ground.

Collapsed buildings opened up its gate hole for Zane as he inched closer, looking at the buildings exasperated to its pile core, colourful painting designs on the crumbled collections of walls shredded to the exposed, discovered bricks that built an exterior around fresh bullet wounds.

Ambiguous dust evaporated into the invisible boundaries of the sky, becoming the dangerous fog into the beaten air desperately finding a place to call its comfy home.

Seasoned golden, shining bullets dispersed across the furrowed ground, becoming the signs of a toxic sight to apprehend.

"Stuff went down in this area, definitely" Zane whispered to himself in a calm, collected manner, coming upon a rested, loaded AK-47 under oceans of bricks, collecting the dust, obsessively calling out its dreadful location to be held by an approaching civilian.

Zane crouched down to the gun sighting, digging his cleaned hands into the muddy dust to lift the AK-47 into his line of sight.

Amazed by what he found, slowly wriggled the gun around to gawk at its interior and exterior, rubbing his dusty skinned hands across the carved wooden body, fiddling around the trigger button which was positioned in a safe mode.

"Why is there a random gun laying around here?" Zane questioned, searching around just in case he stupidly walked into a trap, to his suspicion suspense nobody was seen looking down the iron sights of another gun, planning to end Zane off right in the spot he cluelessly stood in.

"Probably was the cause of escaping the relentless bombing the town went under" Karkoth answered unsurely.

Upon his great find, Zane continued in his tracks, pandering through a crumbling hallway of a separated house, sucking all the spider webs which were conveniently created there.

Distracted by pulling the strings of spider webs off his body, didn't notice a rotten smell intrude his itchy nose.

The smell smelt sickly combined with uncleaned odour, twisting Zane's stomach as he approached a blood pool trailing from flattened legs that were ripped apart from its upper body what was possibly caused by the massive piles of bricks.

It became certain this was a dead body Zane encountered, but it didn't stop him from investigating the lifeless body which was connected to a young male with curly dark brown hair who was bombarded with shot wounds as Zane grabbed the head from behind to take a closer look.

The boy's spiritless eyes dropped to the right side of his eye sockets, his nose dried up in the dark, scattered red shade of old blood.

Zane respectively placed the boy's back down to glance at what was an abandoned, depressing sight of nonexistent standing walls, a sight of where the dead became the waves of the ocean.

"What a shithole" Zane sighed out in disbelief, peeping back at the AK-47 he carried on his shoulders all the way where he is now.

"It's what happens when crowds of raging people grab hold of weapons, it becomes a warzone on their homeland, in their birthing place" Karkoth spoke out in a very disappointed tone.

Zane kept hold of that statement because he knew how messed up this war was, he kept a hold on that statement dearly because he, later on, noticed something discouraging.

War is Hell.

To Be Continued...