This door leads to a dusty rooftop with a hot sun blazing overhead. Sandbags are piled in each corner, offering meager cover from neighboring rooftops and none at all from the sun.
The threat here isn't on the other rooftops, but on the ground. An angry crowd is gathering around the little building. Men with weapons in hand and cloth masks obscuring their faces are glaring up at them, shouting threats in Somalian.
Jodie clings to Andrew and gapes down at this new threat, her eyes finding the small figure of a boy about her own age.
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This door leads to a dusty rooftop with a hot sun blazing overhead. Sandbags are piled in each corner, offering meager cover from neighboring rooftops and none at all from the sun.
The threat here isn't on the other rooftops, but on the ground. An angry crowd is gathering around the little building. Men with weapons in hand and cloth masks obscuring their faces are glaring up at them, shouting threats in Somalian.
Jodie clings to Andrew and gapes down at this new threat, her eyes finding the small figure of a boy about her own age.