"This city has really turned into a ghost town."
I muttered under my breath as I moved through the ruined street, stepping over cracked concrete and shattered glass while carefully weaving around the wandering dead.
The zombies were slow and clumsy. And honestly, they were the least of my problems right now. Every few seconds, I had to pause, peek around corners, and listen. Because this city wasn't just infested. It was hunting too!
A low rumble rolled through the ground, and I froze.
Not far away, past a half-collapsed building, a massive shadow moved. At first, it looked like a moving hill. Then it took a step, and the ground trembled hard enough to rattle my teeth.
Yeah… not a hill.
I quickly ducked behind a rusted, broken car, crouching low as I tried to steady my breathing. The metal frame made noises when I leaned against it, and for a terrifying second, I thought the sound alone would get me killed.
