Li Ang took out a raincoat, packed up the Mothman, and stowed it away in his backpack compartment.
His two teammates had no objections. After all, the creature was Li Ang's spoils of war, and there were probably plenty of similar monsters to come in the latter part of the script.
The three of them walked down to the hotel lobby, took a map from the magazine rack by the door, and walked out onto the street.
Steel and concrete skyscrapers were adorned with mottled green, numerous slender plants growing from the cracks in the walls, slowly but firmly lifting the concrete.
What should have been a smooth, clean concrete surface was now overgrown with dense trees and weeds. A gray-brown hare hopped across the street and disappeared into the shrubbery in front of the audiovisual store.
The many vehicles parked along the street had long since rusted and been scrapped. A pack of grimy stray dogs passed in front of Li Ang and the others.
