Chapter 53
I followed his words without resistance.
There wasn't much else I could do anyway. What was I supposed to accomplish here? My weapon had been taken, and so had my communicator. If their goal had been to kill me, they wouldn't have bothered saving me from the mold in the first place.
Maybe I should have pretended not to notice that I was a deserter.
But whatever, it was too late now. Pretending to be clueless at this point wouldn't fool him. In time, I'd figure out his intentions.
We walked through the subway in silence once more. I dragged my heavy legs, my gaze fixed on the sword hanging from his waist.
Contrary to Angela's warning, the subway was quiet. The nameless deserter badger moved forward briskly, as if he knew the place like the back of his hand.
There were no signs of life besides us.
We passed through a long corridor and entered a turnstile that no longer functioned.
As we descended the stairs, a worn screen door came into view. Of the several screen doors, only one stood open and lonely. The nameless man headed toward the open one.