Chapter 8

Weeks later Mason went to Miller’s place to sit, and drink tea with him. He sat there looking at the clear tea before him, and everything felt clear. He sipped the tea and enjoyed its warmth. He had never felt that way about a woman before. It was a kiss that had more meaning than other kisses he has had.

“I feel great sir. She is unlike any woman I had ever been with!”

Miller sat there sipping his tea as Mason expressed his mass excitement for Sylvia. “Well young man, it only makes sense that she was drawn to you.” said Miller before once again sipping tea.

“Though I am just glad to see you drinking tea Mason.”

“Why’d you say it only made sense that she liked me?” Miller then crossed his leg.

“Well you see, you are unlike any man she has ever encountered. First off you are neither soldier, nor civilian which made you more comfortable to be around. You are the one who needs protecting in dangerous situations, which makes her already have a protective nature built for you. And you are an incredibly nice guy, with great knowledge on top of all of that.”

Mason reflected on past events. When he first looked at her, how beautiful she was. When he survived alongside her in the outside world. Even the harsh moments like when she held a knife to his throat in the name of protection. How he stood up for her in front of Colonel Bellmore. He needed her, and she needed him. It was mutual, unlike other relationships where he wouldn’t have time for them, or they would just be leeching off of him. With Sylvia there was something real to be enjoyed. Miller poured more tea in his cup.

“You want to know how I met my wife whom I love to this day?” asked Miller.

“Sure sir, I would like that.” Mason said as Miller grunts then reveals his story.

“About thirty-four years ago, I met a young woman. I was going to a tea ceremony where they would over glorify the beverage as well as advertise new creative ideas for tea. Now I was more of a coffee person myself, but my girlfriend loved tea and she was off flirting with one of the entrepreneurs of the tea industry and I wasn’t too happy about that. Although I had no self-esteem so I didn’t fight for her. So I went off and tried this raspberry, blueberry blend, and I was kind of blown away by the flavor. So I demanded to see the person responsible. Who would have known it would be the most beautiful lady that I had ever seen. A little anti-climactic but truth is what counts.”

Mason was sitting up enjoying the story before realizing that he had been drinking the tea described in Miller’s story. Miller was now smiling intensely. Miller looked down at the tea, and he took yet another sip.

“I told her that it was sweet delicious dessert in a mug, and that she should go out with me. So much like you Mason, tea was connected with everything being much clearer. Ironically in a more literal since now.” Miller then smiled at his wife as she walked by, with her smiling back at him.

“Mason you didn’t know this but I had a hand in Requiems creation. Of course I didn’t come up with the name, which was someone else. He thought that this city would be the grave site for humanity.”

“Yeah Miller it is an ironic name.” proclaimed Mason. Miller then chuckled.

“I don’t know why he came up with that name. Well maybe the weird part is everyone else went along with it, I am not sure.”

Mason was fascinated with Miller who held a vast knowledge of literature, and the past. He was someone Mason could look up to, rather than work for like Clive. There was something about Miller’s experienced wisdom that felt more real compared to Mason’s intelligence. Something familiar about it.

“You see Mason it was my idea to use solar energy all throughout the city, I had the solar panels invested in, and that is where we get our energy.” Miller said, which actually left Mason impressed that he invested in the source of energy the entire city would use throughout its life.

“Thank you sir. I appreciate what you have done for me, with the lab, the house, and the money, with everything including your kindness and friendship.” Mason told him.

“It really was the least I could do to make you feel more welcome. But you owe your life to Clive, because it was his mission, and he had the knowledge of your waking up.” Mason sat there a second paused on that fact. He wondered just how Clive knew he would awaken. How was it possible?

“Mason, don’t you have a date?” Mason then jumped out of his seat.

“Thanks for the tea-talk!”

Mason headed straight out the door. He got a cab to a district 3 restaurant. All he could think about on the way there was he couldn’t wait to see Sylvia. He looked at the beautiful district 3 atmosphere. He couldn’t wait, he was jittery and in anticipation. He arrived at the restaurant, his first date with Sylvia. They had been going out for a few weeks, and he would finally get to see her dressed for a romantic date such as this.

He walked in as he wore a simple dress shirt as not to overdo it. He saw Sylvia in a simple church going dress. He was actually relieved. He got over to her as she asks “So you didn’t dress up either?” She said while examining him.

“I didn’t have any dresses, so I borrowed my sister-in-law’s church dress.” Mason who would usually be offended by anything to do with religion wasn’t scathed in the slightest. He was just glad to be there with her, he hasn’t been so happy for the longest time.

“So Mason, I thought I should let you know that I am going on a mission tomorrow, I may need you to watch my niece, and nephew, my brother, and their mother will be working, and though they usually stay on their own it would be nice if you watched them. So could you?”

“I have no problem, but…” Mason then put his hand on hers “But be careful please.”

Sylvia smiled. “Oh and before the mission, Clive wants to have a celebration with you, me and the rest of his team.” Mason looked at her strangely.

“What could they possibly want to celebrate about with me?”

“Well Clive read your notes and said he no longer needs you to do research! Plus you won’t stop getting paid right away so you can find a job in one of our military or medical departments!” Mason drew nothing but blanks in his mind. He was no longer needed, but he barely scratched the surface he thought?

“Wait then, what’s your mission tomorrow then?”

Sylvia grunted then got serious “We are going to drug, then kill the iron you have in possession. We will then drag it out of the city. The op will actually only take a couple hours altogether.”

Mason was still astonished. Did Clive seriously get what he wanted from what Mason had learned already? Mason didn’t quite understand but forced through it anyway. But it did leave him wondering what about his notes made Clive feel like it was time to move on. Mason had no choice but to digress.

A waiter shows up asking for an order, and after that it was nothing but fun throughout. Mason and Sylvia were laughing, and joking as well as having a good time. It went on for hours without letting up. The limelight of the night was when they both got on stage where the band was. They decided to showcase their singing talent. And when Sylvia got home, she joked about the “Ball” that she had. The whole night was smiles then on. Mason went back to his original house for the first time in a while. As soon as he lay down his night became ruined.

He lay there for a minute comfortable. He the starts itching his head and yawning. He felt a huge cramp in his stomach. He grabbed it as his stomach was turning. His head and nose were getting stuffy. Finally his vision was beginning to blur. He grabbed his head as a massive headache came on.

“How was it Mason?” Mason heard but didn’t even look over this time around. He knew it was just his head playing tricks on him.

“Why don’t you just vanish, you know be gone?” Mason said as Miles was now standing over him.

“Because for some reason unbeknownst to me, you want me here Mason.”

“Awfully presumptuous of you Miles, now get out of my head!”

Miles then walked to Mason’s other side. He knelt down and said “Soon Mason, I will be the only thing you can think about!”

Mason just sat there without saying another word. He was beginning to believe that he was going insane, continuously seeing his friend. He wasn’t actually there, so why was Mason seeing him he wondered? It was pissing him off, and confusing him. He just closed his eyes and ignored him though it persisted.

The next morning Mason got a call to celebrate at a bar before the mission. It was the same bar that Clive had brought him to in district 1 at the beginning of his start in Requiem. He took a cab to the beginning of district 1, but you needed to either walk the rest of the way or take a train to the inside of Cage District. He arrived, and there he saw Clive and Sylvia. He also noticed Manny, and the new member July. He walked over, took a seat next to Sylvia, he then kissed Sylvia in front of the whole team.

They smiled then began to taunt the both of them. Manny personally thought he would never see a man be that way around Sylvia. And when Sylvia was known as Rust, no man nor woman would get away with something of that nature. On the other hand July thought it was sweet, and Clive had no opinion on the matter. He mostly didn’t care about that sort of thing as usual. But Clive was ready to toast.

“To you Mason. The man who brought, and made the information for my next mission after this possible. The man who has a brain to compare to Miles himself, Cheers!”

“Cheers!” said everyone else as they all took a drink. July was ready to make her own toast. She took a spoon, and beat it against her beer bottle.

“Now I know I have only been on this team for a short while now but we have already done a history making mission. I am sure whatever Clive has in store for the future will be great. And if something were to happen to me then in advance I was proud to serve with you!”

Manny put up his glass saying “Same!”

Everyone was drinking, and having a good time. But the drinks were cut short.

“Now I haven’t been one to deny drinks before a mission despite what commander’s above me say, well fuck them. But we do have a rotting dead iron in the back of our Armored DB outside so let’s cut this short shall we. Now let’s get our goodbyes out of the way, Mason congrats, and good job!”

Mason giving Clive a thankful nod. Manny then says “Good job there pencil pusher. I am sure whatever mission Clive has in store, your info will come in handy!”

Unfortunately Mason didn’t feel the same way “Clive!”

“Yes Mason?” Mason then took a moment to clear his throat.

“When you get back you need to tell me what that mission you have in store is okay?”

Clive then just gave a shrug, indicating a maybe. Sylvia then hugged Mason as Mason told her to be careful. July then swept in, making it a group hug and said to Mason. Mason then stared at Clive. He was just wondering what the mission was.

“For the sake of love, I won’t let a thing happen to her Mason, I swear!” Mason took July’s word for it then saw the team out before heading over to Emily, and Jack’s.

Off in a training hall in district 2, Wayne had been testing a new fully automatic shot-gun from the blueprints he discovered. His team was with him, and watching as stone targets were being annihilated one after another. They were moving targets as Wayne was pacing through the range with precision, and accuracy. For a shot-gun sporting 12 gauge shells it had a massive clip of forty-five shells. It used a long cylinder of a magazine. It had good spread, toppled with good range, and Wayne’s record time was for reload was 1.5 seconds roughly.

“Man I could shave the hair off an elephant from half-way cross Africa with that gun!” Dexter exclaimed.

“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard even from your mouth, who knew you could top some of your old material!” Joseph told Dexter, which led to Dexter to make some racial slurs. Meanwhile Sam had his eye on the weapon.

He liked the killing power. He wanted the killing power that the weapon was capable of for irons. He wanted to kill kill kill, and he felt that weapon would be perfect for just that. Though Sam didn’t care how he did he just wanted to slay irons. It seemed as though he would never get over the death of Romeo, and Dean. What made him even angrier was the small amount of people who even went to Dean’s funeral. Wayne was one of the few.

“What’s its name sir?” Wayne walked off the range, then replied to Sam’s question.

“Well the blueprints called it the standard dd-12 codename: Gigguk Arkada.”

“Strange name for a gun.” said Sam. Wayne then pulled out the clip.

“Yeah I know.”

“You know Sam we have a real find here. We could really improve the mission success rate with a weapon like this you know?”

Sam nodded in agreement, and even Dexter and Joseph were in awe of its power. Which was weird because it was one of the few things those two agreed on.

“How about for simplification we call it Gigguk sir?” said Dexter.

“Well I like Arkada sir.” stated Joseph.

The two then began an argument on what the gun should be called until Wayne said to just flip a coin to decide.

Wayne flipped the coin up into the air. While spinning in the air, Wayne then called out that if it was heads then Gigguk, and tails would be Arkada. The coin fell into his hand as Wayne flipped it over onto his arm. He slowly began pulling his hand centimeters before removing his hand to find “Tails!” then Joseph throwing his hands into the air said

“Woo hoo!” as if he won the lottery.

“It is decided, we going with Arkada!” said Joseph as he was rubbing it into Dexter’s face.

Dexter pissed spit at the ground next to Joseph then walked off. As for Wayne, and Sam they both didn’t care about what they had to call it. They were just glad to have such a deadly weapon in the arsenal. Whatever kills more irons the better the both of them thought. And the Arkada was so much better.

Alone both Sam, and Wayne spoke with Colonel Bellmore. “Sir, this weapon is a rabid death bringer!” said Wayne.

“A skilled soldier alone, going through the halls corner after corner could hold himself in close range with a lot of irons with this weapon sir!” Sam explained to him. Wayne now taking over again.

“Ironically this was the exact weapon we needed at Blount while we were surrounded sir.”

Bellmore looks at the materials it took to create the Arkada, and cringes. “There is no way on this earth, or even we if lived in hell would I be allowed to fund this!” Bellmore screams at them.

“Always such a tight-wad with military funding aren’t we Bellmore? So typical.” the entire room froze because everyone in that room recognized that woman’s voice.

Wayne was choking on the inside and couldn’t speak. Sam sat hoping he wouldn’t be recognized in relation to General Miller. And Bellmore broke into a cold sweat. High heels were clapping against the ground. Prayers filled the air silently.

“You men are all the same. You hear an illustrious ladies voice, and stop dead in your tracks.” said the woman.

Bellmore now wiping the sweat off his face now asks “What may I assist you with Admiral Zoe Stacey?” The Admiral walks over then sits on the table in front of Wayne, and Sam.

“Well first off I heard about what this weapon can do so I want you to have these boys’ gun made right away. That is an order.” She said licking her lips.

“But Admiral!”

“Shush Bellmore, be quiet. You must hate always being shushed by me or Miller. Well these soldiers hate being shushed by you as well so maybe you will learn something of leading them from that!” Admiral Stacey said. Wayne and Sam gave a thankful nod but were too scared to talk to her directly.

“What? You are men right? Got your balls twisted or something?” Stacey said with her skin wrinkled from frowning.

“No mam!” Wayne said to Stacey, knowing that physical abuse would come if he hadn’t said anything.

Though Wayne would have been able to handle the abuse, Sam was still a little bruised from his coma. Admiral Zoe Stacey was then refusing to leave until Bellmore signed the paper approving Wayne’s blueprinted weapon he found to be mass produced for combat. Wayne, and Sam were then allowed to leave as Stacey talked to Bellmore about “Leadership”.

“Hope we don’t have to see her for a while.” Wayne stated as Sam walked stoically next to him.

Back at the home of Emily and Jack their father, and Sylvia’s brother was now leaving. Mason walked in and sat with the kids while they played games. They were playing war with playing cards. Mason then started teaching them to play poker and was using potato chips as a substitute for game chips.

“This is fun, we don’t usually have a babysitter to teach us things!” Emily said with excitement.

Mason put his hands on both the happy kids heads, and said something that the two of them may never forget. Mason being there was a blessing to them. They didn’t have to feel so alone anymore. And even though they weren’t, they now don’t feel abandoned when left alone.

“Well due to my relationship with your auntie, I will be here to teach you guys cool and new things for the rest of your lives if you want?”

The kids smiled looking at Mason as Jack for the first time said something Mason has never heard him say “I hope so, we hate it when it is just the two of us.”

Mason stared at him. He felt bad, and in his mind he swore that if he broke up with Sylvia, that he would stick around for the kid’s sake. Mason then remembered seeing a food joint across from the bar he met up with Clive’s team at, and where Clive took him when he first arrived.

“Hey kids you want to get some food?” both children’s eyes lit up as they shook their heads yes. They then walked hand and hand with each other all the way to food place, which wasn’t very packed. He ordered the kids some cheese burgers. He then told them not to fret over wanting food from a better district because they will enjoy the food they’re used to more anyways. They laughed, and ate while Mason told them stories of how he would always get into these funny bar situations with girls before Sylvia, and his friend Miles would always have to bail him out, which the kids found surprisingly interesting.

“Did you hear about the orb?” one guy from outside said to another.

“You mean the pale blue one just sitting in the sky above Requiem?” of course they can’t see it from district 1 but what had been described was something Mason had heard of.

Outside Clive, Manny, July, and Sylvia were pulling the dead iron out of the back of the Armored DB. “Jesus! This thing smells!” Manny complains.

“We should have brought a mechanic for this!” said July. Clive though did not feel the same.

“We shouldn’t waste the gas, it wasn’t needed. Now you don’t see Sylvia complaining! Hurry up!” the group finally got the iron out as it plopped out on the ground.

“Jeez Commander, you didn’t even have to sit back there with it like me and July here!” complained Manny again before he spat on it.

“It would have smelled more decent if we hadn’t killed and just left it knocked out.” July stated.

“And risk it waking up in the middle of Requiem, I don’t think so. Besides it is over now so no use in complaining anymore.” Clive said.

“Alright! We’re moving out!” Clive ordered.

They climbed back into the DB with the smell of dead iron still lingering. They closed and locked up while they had July scouting for oncoming irons. They started up the DB, and they hit the road. As they were driving back over the bridge Sylvia spotted the pale-blue light that was resting in the sky.

“What the hell is that thing?” asked Clive but Sylvia was in too much awe to reply. So much awe that they didn’t realize the irons far behind them, which wouldn’t be a big deal due to the bridge closing.

“Mason, could you come to the bathroom with me I’m scared?” Emily asked as Mason smiled then said.

“You are a little too old for me to go to the girl’s bathroom with you.”

“But I’m!” Mason then stops her as she is starting to tear up.

“Now there was somebody I knew for a little bit that was quiet just like you. His name was Dean. Now he was quiet but he was brave. Courage, the ability to overcome fear. Think you can do that?” Emily then smiling nods her head, and goes to the bathroom on her own.

“You got her to go on her own. You are good Mas!” Jack said shortening his name.

Jack said that to Mason as he takes a bite of his hamburger. Now passing through the checkpoint is Clive, and his crew in the Armored DB. The orb just sits still in the sky as it begins to flicker a bit as Bellmore looks outside his office at it. Then the light in the sky above Requiem bursts into hundreds of falling lights! Every one of those lights went into the first district of Requiem at enormous speed! All of a sudden the bridge isn’t being brought up. Other guards went to the other guards asking why the bridge wasn’t being brought up as per usual.

Bellmore just looked out the window speechless as he now neglects his paperwork. Officers then frantically calling up asking why the bridge is still down, the watch tower underneath the snipers nest isn’t able to get a response from the sniper who is in control of the bridge. Meanwhile the bridge is being crawled upon by dozens of dozens of irons

“No, NO!” a soldier says at the edge as the first iron leaps on him, killing him as others follow up behind that iron.

The same usual crowd of angry people were waiting at the helm of it all just to yell at the passing soldiers, being Clive’s team. All of a sudden red flashing lights were going off above the dark, inside streets of Requiem. A voice over of a soldier came in over the streets. The dozens of people were shocked to say the least.

“Citizens find cover inside your homes! Irons have flooded into Requiem. Soldiers are taking care of this!” he yelled with his voice quivering.

Mason on the inside yells for Jack to go take cover in the bathroom with his sister. Jack obeys, and runs straight for the restroom. He looks around frantically. He sees people taking cover under tables. He sees others leaving to get in there house. He could then hear the howling screech an iron would make. It was all in his head but it ripped emotional stitches as he remembered the terror those beasts brought.

“The irons are in!?” Mason says in loud disbelief.

The Armored DB that Sylvia was in was abandoned by her. She grabbed an MP5 on her part, as she ran home to find Mason, and the kids. Clive yells for her to wait but she didn’t listen. He orders July up to help fend off the irons. July then jumps into the front, then she starts spitting bullets at the irons. Then men from the watch tower, reached the snipers nest to find a soldier standing in a daze as if he weren’t human.

“Hey soldier! Do you realize what you have done!?” a soldier said to the dazed soldier in the tower.

As he got closer the dazed soldier then rushes. Then biting a chunk out of the soldier’s neck as he screams for help as the flesh pulled off slowly stretching like the cheese from pizza getting pulled from the rest. Freaking out, the other soldiers that went up to the tower quickly start shooting both the dazed, carnivorous soldier, as well as the hurt, and living one. Blasting them apart as they fall over the edge.

They then quickly throw the switch back closing the bridge with every other iron on the bridge falling off into the salt water moat surrounding Requiem. Mason then charges outside to see if there are any imminent threats looking in both directions. There are soldiers setting up a checkpoint. But those men are quickly killed off by a few irons in the area. Rust back at home runs to the door, and hesitantly she listens to some of the rustling around in the house.

“Mason! Kids!” She yells with no response.

She was given no response but she just marked them up as being scared. She then busts into her house not to find Mason or the kids but a zombified version of her sister-in-law. She gasps when she sees her. Confused as to why she was even home in the first place. But then where were the kids. Mason trying to avoid the irons looks to make sure the kids haven’t fled from the bathroom as he ducks into the bar across the street.

Sylvia running outside spots the nearest iron chomping on a carcass of a young man. She shoots at it to get its attention, and get it away from civilians. It charges her as she is tearing up, she sprays bullets enough for it to keep its hands away as she leans in close enough to stick the gun into its mouth then unloads the clip, killing the iron. With red lights still flashing over the streets of Requiem. Clive is now going through a mostly iron infested street now with the DB’s blades chomping, and ready. July is taking them out quickly with the Armored DB’s main machine gun.

You even have Manny manning one of the back light machine guns. Mason now being chased by one iron as the other ones are occupied by soldiers, Mason found himself jumping over bar tables to avoid it as it followed him into the bar as its mass just blasts tables and chairs out of the way. Mason throws a beer bottle shattering the bottle along with the contents into its face, temporarily blinding the beast as Mason jumps behind the bar counter grabbing, and opening a bottle of liquor. He for a second got lost in his pyromania days as he rips some cloth from his shirt, and stuffs it into the bottle. Thus creating a Molotov cocktail.

Mason searches around the drawers, and sections for a lighter. He opens one dresser to find a pack of smokes. He opens the smokes to find a lighter inside. The creature now in full pursuit gets blasted in the face by a Molotov cocktail. The beast on fire squeals in pain as Mason pulls out the 357.Magnum or “Lady Killer” of Romeo’s letting every round loose into the beasts head until it fell. He gains a cocky smirk and snaps his finger with victory on his mind till he remembers the kids. He then rushed across the street back into the food joint, while reloading in order to collect the kids.

He stepped over and obstacle as the window was now busted out. He crackled the glass he stepped on as he rushed to the bathroom the kids were in. Mason opened the door swiftly but was soon stopped dead in his tracks. Because on the floor, hovering over Jack’s bite mark ridden dead corpse, was Emily… who had been eating him. Peeling the flesh from his body.

“What have I done?” Mason broke into tears with the salty drops streaming down his face settling into his chapped lips burning him.

He cried, and stared at the kid eating the other. Emily then stood, and began walking toward Mason. Her eyes were pale white. White just like the eyes of the iron back at the Columbus home, and Mason noticed it. He would never forget that iron, and now he would never forget this. As she neared closer, Mason aimed his gun at her.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Emily then grabbed his hand. It quickly reminded Mason of how they had been holding hands before getting to the food station, and he realized he may not be able to shoot her. Back in reality, Emily had taken a small bite out of Mason’s hand as he had a violent reflex flinging her back towards Jack crushing Jack’s fragile, bloody chest. Him still aiming, unable to shoot he then sees in his peripherals a gun barrel that soon spat out dozens of bullets riddling Emily’s body, then killing her as the holes filled the front and back. Clothing tattered splotches of blood made like rose petals on the walls and the floor.

Mason who is crying looks over his shoulder to see a crying Sylvia who had shot Emily.

“Sylvia!” Mason says while crying.

“Sylvia! The promises I’ve made!”

“How’d you find us Sylvia!? How?” Mason asked looking at the bullet ridden corpses that were Sylvia’s niece, and nephew.

“You left a note at the house.” Sylvia told him somberly, embracing him as well.

“So… it’s my fault?” Mason whispered quietly with his head in her breast as he starts to cry more knowing if he hadn’t left that note then she wouldn’t have needed to kill her own niece.

“It was your fault Mason.” Sylvia told him as he continued to sob.

Mason’s hair was wet from her tears. He then looked up at her shocked, and baffled with what she said to him. He looked at her as she looked at him with her tears now falling onto his face. A tear of hers then fell down into his eye forcing him to blink. As he blinked the tear slid down the trail Mason’s own tears had left falling as if it were his own. Then even more heart wrenching than the awful truth Sylvia told him earlier. What came next almost destroyed Mason. Sylvia grabbed his face with each hand squeezing one of his cheeks as she stared into his soul.

“I forgive you.” She told him with a small stretch of silence.

Mason now broke down to his knees grabbing her shirt as Sylvia then sat, and cradled back in forth while hugging Mason, and crying along with him. Back at the house she was forced to kill her sister-in-law. Everything was so messed up. The sister-in-law went home sick, and the beam of light struck her like lightning. An unknown force that zombified all of whom it struck. At least thanks to the help of an Armored DB, being Clive’s group the rest of the irons were easy to take care of.

“We’ve taken care of just about all of them. Let’s wrap this up!”

“Yes sir!” Manny, and July responded.

Near the end of it all was Wayne who had been banging on the outside of district 1 with his Arkada shotgun demanding access to Cage District to fight. He was concerned about his friends, inside such as Sylvia, and Mason, and the rest of the civilians as well. The lockdown was soon over, and nearly a fifth in the small amount of time of district 1’s citizens had been wiped out. The other people who had been zombified eventually died on their own as their organs weren’t actually functioning anymore. Strangely it was reported that there were irons with pale eyes eating upon other irons but that wasn’t known till after the chaos.

Apology speeches were made everywhere by all sorts of commanding officers. Even though the soldier who didn’t pull up the bridge was clearly possessed, the military took full responsibility. Leaving yet another reason for the people of Cage District to despise the military that much more. Unbeknownst to the humans, it was actually the grand ball of light that created the almost undead cannibalistic creatures. Both human, and iron.