The outskirts of Rongdu still seemed 'normal'. A zombie wandered between abandoned cars, plants swallowed entire storefronts, small fires burning somewhere in the distance.
But the closer we got to the downtown core... the more I couldn't shake the feeling that I really, really should have stayed home today.
Cars still sat abandoned across intersections, but there were no bodies around them. No zombies wandered through the streets. Several buildings still burned farther ahead, dark smoke rising into the sky in slow twisting columns, but there were no emergency vehicles trying to put them out.
No people.
No movement.
Nothing.
A police cruiser sat half sideways against a traffic light pole with every window shattered outward onto the pavement.
Not inward.
Outward.
Like someone was trying to get out. Not in.
An ambulance farther down the road had both back doors hanging open while medical gauze fluttered through the street in the wind.
No blood.
No bodies.
No paramedics.
