When a fierce wind isn't noisily blowing the trees, there was always something making the noise. That road wasn't as quiet as it should have been since everyone left. The birds could be chirping on the trees. Animals could be noisily chasing one another in the bushes. 'Ghosts could be crying', according to the superstitious beliefs of the previous inhabitants.
This time, the soldiers' vehicle was the noisemaker.
The weight of Toby slowed him down as Joe walked back to the residence of Stanley and the other daywalkers. Looking left and right, consistently, he met with another facade.
The car zoomed right through the two of them. The soldiers had no reason to slow down. There was no pedestrian; there was less risk of having an accident.
Stanley and two others rus
