The next morning came.
The sun had barely risen when the group was already on the move again.
The faint chill of dawn wrapped around the ruined city, brushing against the rusted cars and collapsed buildings. Pale light slipped through the cracks of the clouds, revealing streets still coated in dust and death.
No monsters lurked nearby. The eerie stillness stretched for blocks, broken only by the crunch of metal and glass beneath their boots.
Myles walked at the front of the group for a few meters and scanned their surroundings with sharp focus. A little bit of anxiety sat heavy in his chest.
It wasn't a good thing that the streets were this empty. But this was already happening since a few days ago.
He had been thinking about it since last night when finally realized something. It wasn't that the monsters were all because they had been killed. Myles thought that they were just hiding.
