The police SUV rolled quietly through the dead streets, its headlights cutting through abandoned intersections and shattered roads while the city stretched endlessly around them.
Jin kept both hands on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead as the tires crunched over broken glass and loose debris. The farther they drove from the station, the quieter things became.
Joon sat slouched in the backseat behind him, one arm hanging lazily over the side of the door while Echo occupied the other side with his hood pulled low over his eyes.
Seul sat in the passenger seat with her head resting against the window, staring outside silently while streetlights flashed across her face every few seconds.
The city looked different at night.
Old gang symbols painted across buildings slid past them while burned-out vehicles blocked sections of the road. In the distance, Jin occasionally spotted faint lights coming from other survivor territories hidden deeper in the city.
Humanity was still alive.
