Walking was actual torture. My leg felt like it was being stabbed with every step, and Mason moved like he had a built-in GPS to the apocalypse.
Then he stopped.
I frowned. "Wha-"
Then I saw them. Bodies. Lined up along the street, some burnt, others barely recognizable. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and something worse, something rotten.
I swallowed hard. "They never stood a chance, did they?"
Mason's jaw tightened. "No."
We didn't linger much.