Max and the old geezer got into a long staring competition, with not a single one backing down. Both were ready to go into a fight. But the man knew better. With his age and physique, there was no winning against a larger, younger, and more physically fit guy. In the end, the elder couldn’t do anything but glare, hissing, before shifting his attention to the others who remained left gawking at the scene. “Who are you people? And where are our parents?” He snaps, having been the victor gave him more power to confront the person, as he wanted to find out what truly happened to their town. He was certain there was something else happening there, but cannot pinpoint what it was. Worst, a part of his subconscious was screaming at him, repeatedly causing the sudden rush of panic within him

