King Of All Superhumans

The truck's brakes squeal, coming to an abrupt halt on the cracked road. Chris, his face taut with determination, leaps down from the back, his boots sending tiny clouds of dust into the air. Fueled by urgency, he sprints to the front, fingers curling around the door handle, yanking it open with a force that echoes in the eerie silence. Without any ceremony, he drags the driver out, the man's surprised yelp getting lost amidst the rustling of the forsaken city.

"What the hell are you thinking, diverting from the main group?!" Chris's voice blends frustration and fear; his eyes flash with anger, veins in his neck bulging.

"It isn't me!" The driver responds, his voice quivering, eyes darting around, seeking an escape from Chris's wrath.