July 3rd, Year 714 A.G.
Around 12:30pm, the massacre finally ended.
The terrorists were all dead and yet Compton District felt the lingering echoes of the attack, a trauma that would stay for a long time.
Before he was called in for questioning, Leon walked away from the police to observe the aftermath.
It was a disaster.
WOM! WOM! WOM!
Siren sounds blared loudly as multiple ambulance drove into the scene of the massacre, carrying out injured civilians and rushing them to the hospital even as mortuary workers arrived at the scene, boxing the dead in dead body bags.
Those that died in the public air transports could not be identified due to the explosion, but more civilians died when the terrorists shot with their machine guns.
It was truly a massacre.
30 minutes earlier, if anybody told these people that they would be dead in less than 30 minutes, they would have never believed.
