The wind howled through the devastated streets of Reddington as George, Raven, Lucy, John, Thomas, Carter, and Luis moved cautiously through the snow-covered ruins. The gray clouds overhead thickened, promising more snow soon. The town, once a thriving community, had been reduced to little more than shattered buildings and wrecked vehicles. The silence was unnerving, too quiet, especially after all the battles they'd faced in recent days.
George's boots crunched over the snow as he surveyed their surroundings, his rifle at the ready. The streets were littered with debris, and the once-colorful shopfronts were now darkened and broken, their windows smashed. They were here to gather supplies, but something didn't feel right.
Suddenly, a loud roar pierced the cold air, reverberating off the crumbling walls. George spun toward the sound, his heart pounding in his chest. The others immediately tensed, weapons raised, eyes scanning the area.
