Chapter 7
The entrance to the residential area had a calm atmosphere.
The straight road, surprisingly clear, seemed relatively clean compared to the commercial district or downtown. Furthermore, the houses lined along the road appeared to be in better condition than one might think.
Though some were rusty and broken, the signs of destruction painted over them were significantly fewer than the buildings in the city center.
The reason was simple.
There were almost no resources in the ordinary residential area compared to the commercial or busy districts. This made it less attractive to looters from the city.
Meanwhile, due to their well-preserved appearance, the ghostly residential area basked in the bright sunlight at 1 p.m., making it seem peaceful.
Various weeds grew in the gardens, and the warm spring sunlight filtering through the leaves created a fleeting scene.
The sparkling sunlight invaded not only the outdoors but also the interior of the houses, sitting between the rows of trees in the garden.
One scene reflected like a display shelf caught Arian’s attention – a table in one of the kitchens.
It was a four-seater table with a few plates and utensils neatly arranged at each place setting. Two were regular plates and utensils, while the remaining two were smaller dishes with characters drawn on them. Additionally, the chairs arranged according to those dishes were noticeably smaller than the other two – barely fitting for a five-year-old child.
It truly was a scene overflowing with domesticity.