"Why are you in such a dangerous place, Grandma?"
The man darted his vigilant pair of brown orbs darted on both sides of the road before he crossed the lane cautiously to reach the hunched back elder woman's side that was currently carrying something wrapped in dried vines.
It was a shock to him how an old woman whose age seemed to be greater than 80 years was roaming the undead-infested streets of the abandoned city proper so fearlessly.
Another odd thing is that her floral white dress, neatly combed white hair held in a bun, and white fluffy slippers didn't have any stains, dust, or tears. She is also very clean and appeared healthier than those elderly people he encountered in the Metropolitan Base.
But despite the strangeness surrounding the elder woman, it was still one of his responsibilities to rescue her and bring her back to the base.
