Chapter 22: New Arrivals (2)
Telling one to not look down involuntarily makes one look down.
But what else could one say in instruction?
"Kid. Just jump-"
"Y-you sure?"
"Yes."
Hope was perched on a fire escape with a hand outstretched towards the young boy.
Earlier, they stopped at a collapsed building that blocked the entire street like a stone avalanche. Even the ground had sunken and dropped down hundreds of feet as if to swallow the earth whole. The crater stared eerily back up at them, granting an invitation to its peers. Of course, Hope would rather be above ground than underneath it again.
But after conversing with Adam in which direction his settlement was at, they went further West to secure being out of the patrols reach. Some streets were blockaded with barbed wires, some with more ruins and clustered cars piled with wreckage of forlorn battles, either from the collapse of man or the rise of monsters.
Hope couldn't imagine how drowned and condensed the city would be further at its center.
After crossing at an abandoned tall truck, Hope climbed on top of it and leapt over to the side of a building's fire escape as he saw a way through a broken window.
The distance wasn't much of a leap.