The next morning, Athena and Xavier set out before dawn. The city was still shrouded in darkness, the air heavy with the scent of decay.
Their footsteps were light as they navigated through the ruined streets, avoiding any unnecessary encounters.
They moved quickly, knowing that staying in one place for too long was a death sentence.
The night had been eerily quiet, but they both knew that danger lurked around every corner. They had to keep moving.
As they reached the outskirts of the city, an overwhelming stench filled the air. Athena grimaced, covering her nose with the sleeve of her jacket.
It was the smell of rotting flesh, thick and suffocating. Xavier's expression darkened as he gestured for her to stay close.
They moved forward cautiously, their weapons at the ready. As they turned a corner, they were met with a horrific sight. A mountain of bones.
The pile stretched high, nearly touching the crumbling remnants of a nearby building.
