The streets at the bottom of the skyscrapers were nothing like the world Ethan remembered, not even close, because the place felt less like a city and more like a graveyard that had been stretched endlessly in every direction, with broken buildings, crushed cars, scattered bones, dried blood, torn clothes, and the constant smell of rot and decay hanging in the air like a heavy fog that refused to leave.
The group moved slowly through the ruins, their steps careful, their weapons raised, their eyes constantly scanning the shadows, because every corner felt like a trap and every broken doorway felt like a mouth waiting to swallow them whole.
