Without any further delay they plunged back into motion, their pace sharper and more urgent than before. The rain, which had been a gentle pitter-patter, now drummed a relentless rhythm on the broken rooftops, the scent of wet earth and decay mingling with the palpable tension in the air.
"According to my scope," Sezel spoke, his words clipped, as they darted through the tall, swaying wilderness, "there should be another gate, directly opposite the one we entered."
The group moved cautiously, their forms little more than shadows among the ruins and the overgrown, skeletal remains of houses.
Surprisingly, this side of the walled-off area was eerily silent. There was no rustling from unseen beasts, no growls echoing in the distance. Nothing stirred.
