St George Street

The Street that Samuel's flat looks down on.
There is a Bridal Shop there.
From as high up as he was, he could see a good stretch of St George Street and the roofs of the houses beyond, and when it wasn’t raining, he could even see the steeples of the Evermarch churches, shimmering in the zonal haze.
Watchtower
Chapter 9: What kept his interest though was the activity of the muta down at their ugly brick watchtower.
Events on the Street
Chapter 10: He was wrong though. They were woken by loud noises down on St George Street in the last dark hour before dawn. With the lights off in the living room they watched as an armoured car pulled up at the muta checkpoint. A squad of soldier piled out of it and hosed down the watchtower with automatic rifle fire.
‘Jesus!’ exclaimed Des as she instinctively ducked under the windowsill.
The soldiers then kicked in the door at the bottom of the tower and there were more gunshots, echoing out of the door and down the street. After a few minutes the black-clad bodies of half a dozen dead muta were dragged out and taken away in the armoured car. As the car left, two civilian cars pressed into army service screeched up to the barricade and more soldiers, with excited barking dogs got out and manned the roadblock.
‘We’s under new management now, brother,’ whispered Des.
Des spent the rest of the night in bed with Samuel and hid well away from the windows the whole of the next day. After a few more days though she was back to normal, when it appeared that having the army down on St George Street was actually a lot less bother than having the muta. They didn’t harass people for improper dress or bother couples for ID cards to prove they were related. As New Year approached Des was worse than ever before.
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