Chapter 87:
As the sedan hummed steadily down the empty streets of the city, Zara couldn’t shake the tightness in her chest. Her eyes darted from one shadowed building to the next, scanning the eerie silence around them.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the eerie message they had seen earlier.
What did it mean? Who were they referring to?
They were too far in now to turn back, yet every inch of the decaying city seemed to scream a warning. The remnants of human activity that had been scattered across their path over the past few miles only added to her anxiety.
There was something off. Zara could feel it in her bones.
She glanced out the window, noticing a flickering light through the grime-coated glass. A broken streetlamp, its bulb flickering intermittently as if trying to signal something.
She had been confused and a little freaked out at first, wondering how it was working, then she realised it was solar run and somehow still intact with all the weather mayhem that had happened and ruined most of the streetlamps around it.
The light’s faint glow seemed to cast a chilling ambience, illuminating faint tyre marks streaked across the road. It wasn’t old. It was recent. Her pulse quickened.
"I don’t like this," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the rumble of the engine.
Winter, who had been seated next to her, glanced at her with a raised brow. His eyes were sharp, scanning their surroundings as though attuned to the slightest movement. "What’s got you spooked?"
Zara chewed her bottom lip, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "It’s the little things. The tyre tracks—see them? They’re fresh. A group... they came this way not long ago."