Ishiki gulped hard and stepped into the street.
But he soon realized that he was not on a street... he turned around and saw that there was a wall which was broken from between and the street he was seeing earlier was not here, but existed somewhere else inside Ward 7.
He was in an old school complex with cracked asphalt, rusted goalposts, the skeleton of a jungle gym half-swallowed by weeds. The wall loomed just beyond the grounds like a grey cliff cutting off the sky.
Dozens of civilians were huddled in the shadow of the main school building, pressed against the outer wall and clustered behind makeshift barricades of desks and overturned benches. Children clung to parents. The old clung to anyone younger and stronger.
A thin line of Association players stood between them and the open yard. There were five of them exactly, wearing association jackets and badges, and for some weird reason... sunglasses.
