They are talking about me, about the current situation of the fortress and the lack of time.
Fabian said that he will care for the talking and since I don't have much to add I left him to talk.
This level is like a little town. Just ten houses, one laboratory, and the rest is vegetation. Experimental food.
"You are not a first-class soldier, right?" Rogers, the old man says. He's sitting in the cargo of a truck, getting warmer under the fabric of an old mantle.
"Why do you think so?" I ask. I haven't taken off my helmet for a long time now.
"There are no queens in the world, son. The last died when the governments gave the last order and burned the world leaving it like it is now," he adds. "Then, some humans joined the demons and some others the angels. They did what they could to su
