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[color=Gold][sub]Wall Maria - Shiganshina District[/sub][/color]
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	A shudder shook the very foundations of the earth below. It caught him, everyone in fact, off guard as they were preyed down upon by prying eyes dressing them in seasoning. Bone-ridden fingers tightly grasped onto the concrete edges of the wall. For a minute, the world fell silent. The birds stopped chirping. The men and women stopped singing and talking. All eyes rested upon one another as an innate fear shot through every breathing soul. Grant, equally as confused, scared and bewildered, on-looked from the back of his trusty steed before finding the sensitive and natural reaction to shudder, quivering within his worn out boots. The saddle he sat upon jingled and shook alongside its rider. A minor twitch reminded the walls that there wasn't a frozen, motionless boy sat upon this stallion, but instead someone who was very much prepared to abandon his position and leg it in whatever direction he could. An audible chatter of teeth grinding against one another in synchronisation intoxicated the masses within the street, baffled by the sight before them. What was this? Was this some sort of illusion? Perhaps the sun and air were only playing crude tricks upon the uneasy settlers below? As unlikely as it could be, Grant begged in his mind that this was some sort of sick joke.

	Without any effort, the wall's gate smashed open with immense power, sending debris and carnage in all directions. Grant's eyes became darker, unsettled by the sights of random pedestrians being engulfed by the falling concrete rain. Excretions of blood started to stain the floor like a coat of old paint, smelling just as bad. Screams and cries of suffering didn't take long to pounce around the alleyways and streets. Grant, however, remained still and pondered the imagery in his mind. Maybe a bad dream had just kept him pinned down? A cold potato or uncooked portion of beef could be ruining a night's sleep? But it was all very real. The stench, the sights and the sounds could not be artificially recreated within a child's mind. Everything looked terrifying, satanic at the least. What was he to do?

	For several minutes, or at least one could predict, Luca and Grant remained on their horses, unknowingly watching the world tick by. They pinched themselves several times to ensure that this was just a dream but were disappointed to find that they could feel every ounce of pain each one caused. Many citizens ran past them, rushing towards the opposite direction of the beasts. Soldiers flew above, going in all directions and attempting to guide whoever they could in the right direction. All whilst this was happening, Grant and Luca remained atop of their brave stallions that seemed barely unhinged by the mass genocide that engulfed them. Grant shuddered, before looking away, tears weltering up into his eyes. They needed to gallop, ride with the wind, and find whatever they could. For once, his mind seemingly forgot about Mateo.