Dawn broke through the cracks in the office windows, casting an eerie glow over the ruined city.
Thomas's eyes snapped open instantly. He wasn't used to waking up slowly anymore. His body had trained itself to always be alert.
He sat up, stretching his arms slightly. Erica was by the window, peering out at the streets below.
"You're up," she said without looking at him.
Thomas stood. "Anything happen?"
She shook her head. "Nothing major. But I don't like the look of the streets."
Thomas walked over, standing beside her.
Zombies still moved through the streets, but the ones heading toward MOA had thinned out. The battle must've still been going.
"We should get moving," Thomas said.
Erica nodded. "Yeah. The rooftop is our best bet."
She turned away from the window, grabbing her bat. "But first, we need to make sure we don't get torn apart before we get there."
Thomas smirked. "Agreed."