Chapter 4
The dust stirred by the collapsed roof beams slowly settled, leaving the entire warehouse in shambles.
A snowflake landed on Yoren's nose. He looked up. One-third of the roof had been torn apart by the merciless winter.
Well... an open-air warehouse. That's one way to put it.
Beneath the wreckage, the infected man lay pinned under twisted steel bars, blood trickling from his mouth.
"He won't die," Winter muttered.
"He's just unconscious from the impact. The Filin people aren't that fragile."
She slung her axe over her shoulder and leaned against the wall, exhaling.
"With all that noise, the military police from Qie City will be here soon. You stay and keep an eye on him. I'm leaving."
Seeing Winter preparing to go, Yoren immediately shook his head like a rattle.
"No, Sister Dong, don't leave."
"Why?"