They walked right past the severed heads and stepped through the tall gates of the old sports stadium.
The change was instant.
Outside the walls, the ruined city was just a dead, quiet graveyard.
But inside, it was loud, bright, and totally packed with life.
Julien stopped walking and just looked around in pure surprise.
The entire centre of the grassy stadium field was converted into a massive, bustling bazaar.
There were at least forty different stalls set up under dirty canvas tents and bright portable construction lights.
Old gas generators ran loudly in the background to keep the lights running.
It was a total mix of people.
Awakeners wearing battered armour walked side by side with normal people in dirty street clothes.
Even rough-looking raiders were standing around, loudly discussing prices and arguing over what to buy next.
Julien scanned the different shops as the three thugs pulled the heavy cart behind him.
