The flames licked around the buildings, the yellow glow shone brightly in the early night, causing a panic at the soldiers but at the same time a sense of comfort. A comfort Alfred couldn’t explain, but watching the flames eat away the buildings had a calming effect on the man. Shouting could be heard nearby, drawing attention back from the flames, Alfred once more found himself in the middle of the burning city. He wasn’t here for no reason. He wasn’t here to admire the fire. He was here to find the man whom could possibly stop this war.
His own soldiers ran around in a confusion, trying to save anything they could use, some keeping guard while the rest looked for either survivors or the man Alfred wanted to find. Winston. The very man who represented the Confederate States. It was a civil war, something Alfred had hoped never would come, but here he was.
As if the heavens shined down at him, Alfred saw the nation he had been searching for, he was walking, on his own, in-between some builds. Not wasting his time Alfred ran toward the man, gun held close to his body as he practically ran into Winston, trying to tumble him over so he could get control of the situation. Winston couldn’t get away now, and Alfred stood above the fallen with a smug grin on his face. A grin that only ever showed itself when he knew he was superior, a grin that showed a general pleasure in what was going on. Pointing his gun at the other Alfred spoke up. ❝ Nowhere to run now, Winston. ❞