Azar soon woke up, his head heavy and his vision still blurry.
He could see a faint light in front of him and hear voices nearby.
It did not take long before his eyes adapted to the darkness and he fully awakened.
He realized there was a burning fire in the middle while the survivors surrounded it.
But Azar could not see a single familiar face.
Meaning…
The veterans who had fought beside him were all dead.
Azar slowly sat up as a soldier walked past and handed him a plate.
Inside was rice, though it was mostly water with almost nothing else.
His hands trembled slightly.
Azar brought it closer to his face, but he almost vomited instantly.
The smell was terrible, and upon closer inspection, the food looked even worse.
It was nothing like anything he had ever eaten before.
But looking around…
No one cared whether he could eat it or not.
They simply focused on swallowing their so-called food.
