Chapter 50 Launcher's Fire

• "Please... take care of my daughter...." The voice of the aged man wailed towards me, desperate for a longer life that could never be his. He happened to ask for the life of his daughter. He kept on glancing at her, which brought me a snap of confusion and the reality of facing the first killing I witnessed.
• "Take care of her..." He added with his tears kept falling to his cheek. His face lightened up in the darkness that he was facing. He looked stiff while his head kept turning around his surrounding, crying in silence as he saw his daughter fighting for her life. From this, it was the very first thought I realized.
• The daughter he was talking about was Flora.