Two weeks later.
After three continuous days of torrential rain had ceased, a vast sea fog began to rise at the Port of Liverpool!
Amidst the fog, the fierce exchange of fire had temporarily come to an end. In the ruins, the refugees hiding there resembled rats crawling out of the shadows. Among them, a dirty blond-haired boy around fifteen or sixteen emerged, his appearance as filthy as a beggar rising from below the ground, his exposed skin and facial features hardly discernible.
The boy deftly climbed out of one hole and scampered from the shadow of one ruin to another.
"Dada Dada!!!"
A tongue of fire sprouted in the thick fog, followed by a scream, then an unbridled laughter echoed.
The blond boy shivered all over and quickly recoiled into a broken container, hiding in the darkness, watching the direction of the laughter with a pair of azure eyes.
The supplies were guarded!
What to do!
The boy quickly pondered his next move.
