The early morning air felt crisp as the group continued their trek through the remains of the city. The faint sunlight filtering through the dense cloud cover provided just enough warmth to stave off the chill. Mallory walked slightly behind the others, her frying pan swinging lightly by her side. It was her weapon of choice—a practical, albeit unconventional, tool that had saved her more times than she cared to count.
Mallory couldn't help but think about how much things had changed. The group dynamic was stronger now, but they hadn't started this journey together. Somewhere along the way, they had all found each other, each carrying their own burdens.
