Chapter 200 - Clock Ticking Part Two (1/2)
His leg took him out of his room. And Fell looked for a long time at the apartment he had used in the central district. Although he hadn't stayed here for an extended time, the memory of his life here was still vivid and numbed his cold heart even further. He sadly concluded that his feet would no longer walk on the brow colored carpet that laid the floor.
He moved his head in an abrupt manner and left his home with one last gaze before closing the door. He walked through the silent corridor and arrived in front of the metallic door of the elevator. He pressed the dial and saw on the panel left to the metallic doors that a person occupied the descending elevator.
”Guess everyone is preparing themselves…”, he thought while waiting for a few seconds. The door opened smoothly, and he stepped inside of the metallic box with an unhurried pace. He flashed a polite smile toward the person who was there.
He was mildly surprised to recognize the woman that was standing with her back against the huge mirror.
She nodded back; both of them stood in silence as they waited for a few seconds. The descend stopped, and the automatic door shifted the sides without producing any noise. Fell was the first to depart from the elevator, and he couldn't help but let a sentence escape from his lips.
”Good luck for what is coming.”, the woman's expression didn't change. Probably since she had pairs of earphones strapped on her ears, but the young cultivator couldn't care any less.
The sentence could even be said to have been directed at himself.
Although he had entirely accepted the fact that the city was doomed; Part of his soul was still reluctant for that to happen; Within that extreme acceptance had been birthed an undying unwillingness toward the incoming calamity.
His noses picked up the city's fresh midnight air, and he left the reception hall and arrived in the street of the central district. ”AI, contact Walter through my cellphone.”, he ordered between two mouthfuls of breath.
After a few seconds, the middle-aged man slightly loud voice resounded in his head. And after speaking with each other for a minute, they came up with a plan for the next courses of action. Fell began moving in the direction of the police department, and during his walk, he couldn't help but see the changes of expression in the street filled with citizens.
The few ones who were outside had dark faces filled with grim expressions. Fell could smell the scent of battle churn in the streets of New Casablanca, and he couldn't help but feel his heart rate augment by a slight margin. Apprehension filled his thought as he quickened his pace, and before long, the large building used as the police department appeared in the middle of his sight.