Echo One moved on the searing asphalt, enduring the heat at the peak of day.
Cars scattered on the wide road, amongst them were several large trucks that tilted to the sides.
Containers opened wide, inviting one to a place of shallow security. A few scout members glanced inside, noting the presence of unlucky survivors and what remained of it—bones.
"Eyes sharp," Dmitri radioed. "We're not alone here. Echo Two, what's your status, over?"
"Place is empty, Actual," Adrian, or rather, Echo Two responded. "My intelligence is off. Bits of pieces left here. Want to try some?"
"Rendezvous to the main road," Dmitri frowned. "Something's not right ahead."
"That seems to be the situation now. Echo Two, out."
Dmitri raised his hand and chopped with two fingers. Two scouts moved ahead, checking the forest of cars.
Paints had long rubbed off the body frame, leaving only the car's ugly, skeletal view.
