Rest and Recovery... and Running

[King Axorn]

"Triest," Axorn began. "Would you rather that a hew hundred people died, or that millions became tortured? That's what you need to ask yourself whenever you feel doubt in what you're doing, you need to weigh the options and decide which one is right, which I believe is the most obvious answer." Axorn pulled out the other two Mobile Dataverse Devices out of the crate, old spiderwebs somehow getting caught in between his scales, and tossed one to each of his friends. "We can worry about configuring these later." Axorn remarked, stepping out of the dark, dingy alleyway. "For now, we need to find our next temporary shelter." Axorn began walking in the direction the group was headed before he interrupted them, making sure the others followed.

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After a few hours of walking past or through dark, dingy, rotten alleys, mostly filled with addicts, druggies, or people that made you wonder how they weren't already dead; piles of rotting corpses; and abandoned, ransacked, rotting buildings filled to the brim with empty crates, before finally pausing to take a brake on a seemingly intact bench. "I hope we find a vacant building soon..." Axorn said, taking a glance at the "sky". It had darkened to a deep sea blue, meaning it was almost nighttime. "It's beginning to get dark."