The streets had grown darker.
Shadows crawled along the cracked pavement, stretching longer as the last remnants of sunlight dipped below the ruined skyline.
Buildings loomed like broken teeth against the dimming sky. Their hollow windows watching in silence as Clyde and Mina moved with urgency between alleys and debris. For now because Mina was still in her best condition he tried to avoid monsters as best as he could.
Clyde led the way. His spear was lowered but ready. Every sound, every distant growl or shift of rubble made him pause with a tense attitude. He didn't trust this silence. Not after everything they'd faced.
Behind him, Mina followed closely. Her steps ware slower than before. Her breath came in short bursts but her grip on the dagger never wavered.
The exhaustion still weighed on her body like chains, but the fire in her chest—the need to see her family again—kept her going.
