Chapter 11: KILLING YOU WOULD BE JUSTICE.
Johnquis smiled faintly as they moved through the shattered remains of the mall. The lower floors were buried in rubble, it was quiet and abandoned.
They pushed through a broken exit door.
Ahead, the rusted silhouette of the old amusement park loomed by the seaside. The air was heavy with salt, and the cold wind off the waves.
Faded banners flapped weakly in the wind. Tilted rides stood frozen in time. Twisted ferris wheel cages, a roller coaster track sagged and the half-collapsed remains of a carousel, its painted horses chipped and lifeless. Nature had claimed the place.
"Hard to believe this place was once joy... Now it’s just another corpse in the world’s graveyard."
They walked beneath the ferris wheel. He stopped and looked up.
"This was my favorite spot. Up there... you’ll know why."
The wheel creaked in the wind.
"Come on. Let’s climb."
He fired his hook and shot upward, cape snapping behind him. The Runner followed right after, leaping with ease.
"Those long legs really help you out, huh."