Chapter 5The Hunt of the Rebels
Mitra stands in the middle of the road near the Imperial Building, as he surveys the pathway the rebel fighters took to escape. From the deep clouds of smog and dust, the sun rises from behind. He is dressed in his rugged clothes and mask, the same clothes from the previous day, as he roams around the city observing its people. He looks into the eyes of the people, the ones without masks, suffering terribly in the streets, and the ones who beg. He cringes at the division of class amongst them. The Imperial Building standing tall and secured, while the civilian buildings are broken, wrecked, and derelict of the past unknown. He notices the ration centre, where people are purchasing water in l****s at subsidized rates, which changes all the time, as he sees n
