The fires burned and screamed as they spread across the city from building to building. Sides of the buildings began to turn a charcoal black. Thick black smoke poured into the sky, making conditions hard for the citizens below. Their lungs were filled with the scent of something constantly burning. Ever so often, buildings located in different parts of the city would crumble to the ground. Screams would be heard in the distance and all you could do is finish your job before a Watchdog zapped you with his gun.

"What are you doing? Get back to work!"

Citizens were evacuated and soldiers rushed in to capture them. Some managed to escape; only a few. The ones who hadn't escaped were thrown in the back of trucks and were basically hauled towards their defeat. Watchdogs followed and monitored each person, making sure that there job was complete.

Labor was enforced and was demanded by the skeleton ruler. Watchdogs monitored civilians and made sure that they were working. These jobs were a pain to be in and even witness. Guys were assigned to lift heavy rocks by hand, and they were later crushed into smaller pieces. There were statues that were being built nearby by hard workers. Blood, sweat and tears were pouring out on this very day and for several hours to come.

Sylvia and Wander rushed by and saw the poor citizens being poorly treated by the evil soldiers. The both of them decided to hang low until it was the right time to exit this turmoil. But something deep inside Wander's mind told him not so. He wanted to help the people out, but there were far too many soldiers to get rid of. The possibility of both him and his trusty steed getting caught were extremely high. Once caught, they would be either killed or sent to Lord Hater where he would relish every second of Wander's screams of agony. And their souls would lift away from their bodies and disappear. Wander didn't want to take any chances. After seeing the dead girl back at the grounded radio station tower, the point of view of both friends were changed.

"If Hater could do this to an innocent child, then what makes me think he wouldn't stop at anything?" Sylvia thought inside her cranium. The thought of the child would haunt her and Wander for a while. The blood underneath her light weight body. The faint screams that echoed through their consciousness before that sudden gunshot they heard while in the store. It was unbelievable.

Wander shook his head after a few seconds of looking on at the people who had sad and agonizing looks on their faces. He sighed and rushed to catch up with Sylvia. Their mission now was to get some Orbbal Juice and get the heck out of this hell hole before something bad happened.

The dark night time sky was visible above the wrecked city. Streets were now abandoned. Alleyways were too. Dumpsters were the only object there to keep anyone company if one was to travel down there. Trash blew in the wind and would hit anyone's ankles a few times before traveling off and getting stuck inside the holes of a fence.

Power lines exploded into small sparkles as the transformers blew. The lines would fall and would be a walking hazard on the ground. In another part of the city, fires engulfed cars and nearby gas stations. Red and yellow colors would swallow the pumps and the store itself to later blow up and stun nearby citizens. People would run from the the approaching troops, avoiding being captured and put in their prison. Screams were heard behind citizens when someone was being held down to the wet and cold pavement. They would be proceeded to be hauled away from what was left of society. People would cough and wheeze as they would try to escape, a few stopping to catch their breath.

Cop cars lined and blocked the streets, but sadly, the enforcers were not capable of keeping up with the army of soldiers. Their bodies would collapse from a wound, knees contacting the cracked, paved road. Weapons of authority would be taken away from the police officers and were held against them.

Skyscrapers would shake back and forth when a huge explosion rattled the environment. Glass would shatter due to the force behind the impact and fall stories down and hit the ground. All of this was a witness to both Sylvia and Wander and things were not going to change anytime soon.

"Hater has gone too far..."