Freyah climbed the roof using the ladder, her gaze sharp as she scanned the surroundings.
Harley followed closely behind. When he finally reached the top, he saw Monica and Gwenette standing frozen, their faces pale with horror.
He turned his head in the direction they were staring.
Thick smoke rose from every corner of the city. From their vantage point, they could see the second street below, littered with wrecked cars, some flipped over, others completely crushed. Zombies roamed aimlessly among the chaos, their decaying forms stumbling along as if searching for something. Further in the distance, several tall buildings had been reduced to smoldering ruins, as though something massive had crashed into their upper floors.
Monica's trembling voice broke the silence. "Oh my God..."
