The distant shout carries on the wind, sharp and strained. It was faint at first, almost lost in the oppressive silence of the city, but unmistakable once it reached them. A human voice, raw with pain and desperation, echoing through the empty streets.
Jelo and Mira picked up the sound, faces lighting with recognition and urgency. They stopped in their tracks, heads turning sharply toward the source. For hours they'd wandered through this desolate place without seeing another soul, and now, suddenly, there were people here. People who sounded like they were in serious trouble.
"Did you hear that?" Mira asked, her voice tight.
Jelo nodded, already moving. "Someone's fighting."
