The road eventually spat them out into the countryside—what was left of it.
Ruined billboards leaned against blackened trees. Smoke clung to the horizon like a bruise. Behind them, the city still burned, its orange glow licking the sky like an open furnace.
Ahead lay quiet hills and broken fences, the kind of emptiness that looked both peaceful and terrifying.
They have rammed against cars, monsters, and humans alike just to get out. She even have to detonate a crumple of cars just to move from traffic.
It wouldn't be great to be trapped inside the city.
Sasha's hands were locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white. The adrenaline was wearing off, replaced by the slow ache of exhaustion.
Every muscle in her body screamed. Beside her, Alvaro was slipping in and out of consciousness, head lolling against the seatbelt.
"Hey. Don't you dare fall asleep," she snapped, giving him a quick glance. "You sleep, you die. Got it?"
