Title: Survivors
A/N: So, I just realized—there will be quite a few "filler-like" chapters. In the sense that not every chapter will be about Roy or Riza or Royai. They set the setting, though.
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"This is the last sector," Breda reported back through the two-way radio, bone-tired and heavy. There were too many bodies within the military compound, some deaths more brutal than others. Bullets were one thing, but bodies torn apart, blood and guts streaming the floor as their faces stare up, twisted in horror.
And to think it was their generals that unleashed those beasts. A greenhorn nearby is retching, panting heavily after each turn of his stomach.
No survivors here either. Fortunately it was mostly the military compound hit, few civilian houses taking damage from the attacks. Fortunately, or it would be him in that corner hurling his breakfast from the sight of murdered children.
"The building is mostly intact." Only the smell was there, the corpses decomposing slowly as the days passed.
Turning off the radio, he signalled the others to leave. Rubbing his eyes, he stifled a yawn as they left. Tired as he was, he didn't want to sleep yet.
The images of those broken bodies would only be clearer when he closed his eyes.
