Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 146 - Scars of the Past

2 hours later. 

The lights flicker in the streets of the Foxhole within the first hours of the sunset, similar to that of headlights illuminating the paths of a treacherous night in the forest so the people can pass through safely. Even though there's little to no danger when going around the Foxhole, a handful of bandits still roam in the shadows, preparing their time to rob and strike at the innocent for any petty reason they can come up with. Fortunately, Terry's patrols are around in the nick of time to ensure that the worst won't come to pass in any way possible. 

But what if there can be none nearby? 

As the chatter of the villagers echoes through the streets near the houses and some of the children play and giggle around with their toys, there are few living souls around to be found at this time of the day. It is justified in this case, as most of the energy was spent on the chores and labors of the morning and afternoon, a way to provide the inhabitants to be fed and educated in the best ways possible, and to ensure that their energy can be restored to continue for more days to come. 

Such can be the cycle of the Foxhole, one to continue day after day until the end of times. 

In one corner of the streets, namely in a corridor between two buildings, two certain figures walk by it, one seems taller than the other, with distant chatter that can be heard nearby as well. The further they leave the dark corridor, the more light it rays on them to show who they are. One is a young teen with dark skin and a green shirt, and the taller one is a tan-skinned man with a red shirt. 

Dillon and Logan are out for a walk, it seems. 

Logan holds the sheathed sword gifted by Nobu on his belt, keeping it close while he observes the streets in front of him in case of a potential bandit that may ambush them at any second. Dillon, on the other hand, can only smile blissfully while bopping his head forward, despite not carrying any earphones around. Listening to imaginary music in the head can be a source of comfort when going around in a place with little advancement in most aspects. At least when it comes to resting outside the battlefield. 

Times like these can make one wary of when to trust somebody even outside the battlefield fully, but if people like Russ and Letisha have faith in Logan despite being one day since they first met, then it can speak volumes that Logan may be in the best hands for now, especially when he glances at Dill with a slight smile on his face. 

Dill, you're fortunate to have a father like him, and honestly, a good fellow to have around. But if only... If only she could see this, to restore herself after what happened. 

"Hey, something of the matter, dude?" Dill asks as he glances at Logan while walking side by side. Logan merely shakes his head and sighs as well. 

"Nothing much, to be honest. Well, aside from the fact that this almost feels unreal to me," Logan replies. 

"Eh? What's holding ya up in that case?" Logan glances away on his left side, passing through some shopping carts outside the shopping district. 

"I mean, not sure how to put it in words you may understand but... Before this, I may have not lived for much longer, not with a... that dastardly woman..." Logan grunts as he explains to Dill about what happened beforehand. Dill slightly frowns yet keeps a close distance from him. He doesn't seem so bad, at least for him. 

"What kind of woman? Some supervillain or anything more devious than that?" 

"More devious, honestly. No, more than devious. She used a loved one as a way to kill me, to trick others. Even now, I can see it clear as day, no matter where I go." Dill paces with his eyebrows drawing together. For Dill, to escape from a brutal Alien attack is one thing, but to use a loved one as a bargaining chip? Something unthinkable.