"Damn these roads," Leo muttered under his breath as he trudged forward, the remnants of the storm still lingering in the air.
The rain had passed, but the damage it left behind was evident. The roads, if they could even be called that, were caked with mud and sludge, thick and sticky, and each step felt like wading through treacle. Although it was dried...
Their boots stuck to the ground, each movement an effort as they slogged along the path. The air was damp, heavy with the smell of wet earth and the sharp tang of chemicals from the acid rain that had been falling for hours, only stopping about an hour ago or so.
Rita walked beside him, her rifle slung across her back, but she was alert, scanning the area with sharp, calculating eyes.
Her posture was one of readiness, and Leo knew she was always prepared for whatever might come next.
They had been walking for quite some time now, and still, the journey felt endless.
