The city felt suffocating, its silence broken only by the distant groans of something—or someone—dragging its way through the rubble. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a muted orange hue over the remnants of what once had been a bustling metropolis.
This was one of the residential areas in City B, or at least it was.
Now, it was a graveyard, the bones of crumbling buildings reaching toward the heavens like the outstretched arms of the dead. The wind howled through shattered windows, the sound eerie and hollow, like the city itself was breathing.
Zara kept her pace steady, eyeing the people around her. She had been foolish and messed up, walking right up to them. How had she not noticed them until they were that close? What happened to her foresight that it didn't alert her of the danger?
