Zubair didn't trust maps anymore.
What had once been predictable streets and supply routes were now little more than jagged veins running through a dying beast. There were dead bodies in the streets, half eaten corpses were stretched out in the alleyways, their fingers digging into the ground even as their necks were clearly snapped. Cars remained where they stopped, blocking the path as doors were swaying back and forth in the wind. A testament of their owner's fear as they tried to run for their lives.
The global positioning system was down, cell towers were silent and the majority of satellites hadn't been in contact in days. It was like everything that had been even remotely connected to Country M had disappeared.
It was like the country itself had disappeared.
But that didn't mean he didn't know where he was going.
