Perhaps in some house, some basement, some cellar, there were still citizens of Valrend for various reasons who had not left—such as not wanting to leave their hometown to wait for the dandelions to disperse, or being completely unaware of what was happening above ground.
But as night fell, everyone hid in silence with the dead city. After the power plant workers evacuated, electricity was no longer supplied, and streetlights no longer lit up as usual.
Lu Li carried an oil lamp, walking with Anna on the empty, dark streets.
The drifting blood dandelions were kept out of the reach of the oil lamp's light. Turning a corner strewn with newspapers and clothes, the Flarende Sanatorium loomed ahead.
Of course, it was now called the Gwasman Asylum.
Two days had passed, and Sara and Adam should have been far enough from Valrend by now.
