86: The World of Safety (?)

The reinforced sedan rolled into the outskirts of City H as the first light of dawn spilled over the cracked skyline. Zara and winter sat in front with winter manning the wheels this time. They had settled in a rotation to make it easier for them all to get rest.

The streets were eerily quiet, with the remnants of once-bustling city life now only visible in the ruin. Zara gazed out the window at the devastation—Burnt-out cars lined the roads, some half-buried beneath rubble, others overturned, their metal frames twisted in unnatural angles. There were also overturned trash cans, crumbled buildings like decayed skeletons of a past life.

A low, haunting wind picked up dust as the group moves slowly through the desolate streets. The road was cracked, filled with debris, and covered with strange stains—dark red streaks against the dull concrete, likely blood, but the origin remains unclear.