05-09-2020, 10:27 AM
Zwiche narrows his eyes, squinting as he tries to discern more details of the dead. Are they civilians? Confederate defenders, dumped here after the battle? He quickly fiddles with the lock, checking if perhaps it could be easily broken, or if there are other weak points on the gate. Rusty bars, weakened hinges, crumbling mortar where it attaches to the wall, and the like.

