Covered in blood and scratch marks from unprotected feet, Zane was hunched over under a collapsing rusty wall where it was luckily stopped by a sharp pole that tore through the weakened wall, holding its position in an unbalanced way.

Dusty winds perished throughout the discontinued, demolished town, unhurriedly thrusting corpses across the camouflaged with dried blood ground, unfortunately allowing Zane to see the dead bodies in his scarred vision once again, giving him no hours to rest from the unpleasant scenery he met like a bolt from the disquieting blue.

Sighing out his last depressing breath, he eventually grabbed himself off the pounded ground, repainting his scratched, bloody feet with the thick, lung cancelling dust he annoyingly walked over, feeling the bacteria dust squeeze between his unwanted toes.

Equipped vehicles crossed Zane's path as he continued his lonely investigation around the town, gawking at the volcano flames ruptured out from the simmered metallic automobiles.

Unforgettable scents of sweet and musky aroma placed their markings on Zane's seizing structure the more he sauntered through towns of blown up motorcycles and vehicles, it was a particular bomb fire for the rested, complimenting giants.

"How long has this war gone on?" Zane questioned a lurking Karkoth behind his invisible back.

"It happened four months before your escape, so it's been like 2-3 years of unstoppable combat between rebels who wanted imaginary friends to remain as a thing in the society and the other side where it is heavily suited by government guns wanting imaginary friends to disappear" Karkoth illustrated under a relaxed description.

"I thought the imaginary friend topic was just a thing people become friends with" Zane contended, believing his words with pride.

"That's where you're wrong, we imaginary friends who are natural guardians choose specific humans to make their our traded owner, but you lot started to split us up with calling shadowy figures "The Clouds where Evil rest", and light figures who are called "The Purity where Good rest" Karkoth explained more.

"That's humanity for you" Zane promptly jokes.

After their short chat, they came across an obsolete guarding construction, it was built in a circle where some light appeared through the chasm insides, Zane ducked his tall head under the doorway, uncovering an L111A1 heavy machine firearm mounted through the restricted window holes down onto the floor where bullets decorated the whole floor.

Zane gripped on both of the isolated triggering areas, aiming down the circled iron sights with a fragile cross attaching from inside of the sphere, as soon as he aimed down the sights he saw the distances of lifeless bodies aim back at him, blocking off boiled down cars and two detonated tanks, the designs were the Challenger 2 combat tank and the M1 Abrams combat tank.

Dedicated flames never left from what they were born from, they stayed to scar the future of the generations to show history that two groups collided together and destroyed their homeland because of wanting to accept the supernatural they all already oppressed from the very start of their landings.

Hours of sleeping, Zane woke up to the hot, chilly temperature being overpressured by the cold, freezing temperature as tiny particles of snowflakes fell to the ground, trying to cover up the pessimistic town with delight and satisfaction.

His teeth scraped against each other roughly, shivering his vulnerable body to the winter that soared in earlier than he expected, Zane dragged the fluffy bag he held on his back over himself, trying to warm himself up since the balaclava didn't work out at all, squirming into a tiny ball, hugging himself hazardously.

The uncomfortable shelter Zane slept under was widely recognized by the winter as frost started gradually growing in the hearts of the stone wall which the ice hopped off the walls to infect Zane as directly as possible.

"W-why am I s-so unlucky?" Zane stammered to himself, following the cold voices with an unbearable cough, ripping his vocal cords bitterly.

Distant, muffled footsteps were heard approaching Zane's unlucky position, but Zane wasn't alarmed by his hearing or from Karkoth who mysteriously vanished.

A shadow outgrows Zane's shadow as it wobbled inside the caved building, poking their head at an unfortunate presence.

"Oh dear, are you ok?" A worried female voice pleaded from in front of the glowing atmosphere, the worried girl instantly threw a thick coat over Zane's frigid physique as he hastily adjusted to the outline of the person, beholding long, ginger hair curling down to her developed chest.

Glamorous freckles materialized across this angel's face as her hands insulated Zane to try and heat him.

Something clicked when Zane shiveringly bounced at this pleasant female's figure, instant blurred memories started flashing inside Zane's mazed mind, showing small seconds of a horrified young girl riveting her eyes on the deceased, older boy as eyes subsided away into the dimmed darkness.

Thereafter more brief memories plagued Zane's crushed brain, memory parts where he saw his own, young hands slice the back of an old female, contemplating the blood squirt, painting the rich walls.

Memories compelled Zane to inspect himself repeatedly slash through distraught expressions the brothers made as his monstrous rage thrived more.

"W-wait!"

"I've done what you needed"

"W-why did you choose to save?"

"Find him"

Uninvited words trampled throughout Zane's mind, words he never heard before but defiantly were his mouth and another person's mouth exploited non-stop, accumulating a massive headache, resulting in him to suddenly grasped onto his whimpering head, startling the female backwards onto her buttocks.

"A-are you ok?!" The panicking female questioned, shaking Zane side to side to snap him back to reality until she caught the glimpse of his shaky, grey eyes.

Her strong shakes halted in an instance, her jaw dropped in a shocking representation where tears uncontrollably poured down her widened eyes.

She kept looking in Zane's eyes, remembering her past she held on, a past where she needed to find the boy who saved her from her nightmares.

"A-are you... him?" Her voice shook as she continuously gazed at Zane groaning in pain from intrusive headaches which thoroughly succumbed the soon they both latched eyes with each other.

Both eyes lightened lustrously from both of their memories associating together, unfazed by the winter that ruined their sleepless nights.

The abandoned girl finally found Zane.

And Zane found his hidden secrets which answered his unknown sickness on different nights.

They both found something expensive under the snowstorm.

To Be Continued...