Listening to Bald Head's words, Ghost Head raised his head to glance at the horizon. It was already five or six in the afternoon, and the west was adorned with radiant red clouds. Flocks of birds flew across the sky, making the scene in Ghost Head's eyes appear so... Wait, how could there be birds?
Ghost Head froze for a moment. It had been a long time since he last saw birds flying in the sky. Normally, in the Dangerous Sanctuary City, seeing flocks of birds outdoors was a rarity. People would lock themselves inside buildings with doors and windows tightly shut because the birds seen during the Apocalypse were usually zombified. Zombie bird flocks were even more horrifying!
Panic surged in his heart briefly, but he quickly calmed down. He noticed those birds looked peculiar—almost as if they weren't zombie birds. On closer inspection, he realized these birds were red. How rare was that?
But he recognized them—bright red all over. Weren't those Red Feathered Birds?
"This…"
