Chapter 123: CH 123: City of Whales (WMR1)
As Dave rode on the massive Berad Beast, with the wind whipping through his hair, and the streetlights shining all around him through the dark, empty streets. He gazed ahead, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
The system’s map imposed over his vision, indicating that he was drawing closer to the location of the two women. He noticed, with a hint of surprise in his face, that the pace of those who had taken his two wives had been remarkably swift, covering a significant amount of ground during his short conversation with the three men.
The landscape shifted, and the buildings grew taller and closer together. The Berad Beast’s paws pounded the paved street as they entered the city, and Dave’s gaze was drawn to a large billboard standing sentinel at the entrance. "Welcome to the City of Whales," it read, the letters bold and faded. Dave’s eyes lingered on the sign before moving on to take in the sights of the city.
His expression remained calm, as his eyes continually scanned the cityscape with interest. "Let’s see why a lot of people are trying so hard to get into the city," he murmured to himself, his voice lost to the mesmerizing sight of the city.
The City of Whales was a marvel unlike anything Dave had seen before. Towering skyscrapers stretched toward the sky, their peaks shrouded in mist. The buildings seemed to be a mix of residential and commercial areas, though the meteor’s impact was evident in the damage and debris that scattered everywhere.
Many of the tall buildings showed signs of structural compromise, with most of their windows shattered, and their walls cracked as well.
As Dave guided the Berad Beast through the city streets, the three men tied behind him stumbled and staggered, their faces set in grim determination. The undead beasts followed closely, their eyes still fixed on their quarry.
The contrast between Dave’s town and the city was stark. In his town, houses stood nestled among lush gardens, their white picket fences swaying gently in the breeze. Each home had its own personal garage, a cozy space for the family’s vehicle. But here, in the city, the landscape was dominated by towering buildings and sleek hotels, their steel and glass exteriors glinting in the dark.
As Dave rode the Berad Beast through the city streets, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the peaceful atmosphere of his town. Despite the challenges they faced, his town still had a certain charm to it. And thanks to the small establishments that dotted its landscape. The occasional casino or motel added a touch of vibrancy, making his town a place where people could find some respite.
But the city was a different story altogether. The streets were a whirlwind of activity, with beasts emerging from alleys and side streets like specters. The trio’s desperate screams and shouts had drawn them in, and now they were closing in on their location.