At first, it didn't look like anything unusual.
The streets below were still filled with abandoned cars. Zombies wandered in loose clusters, dragging their feet across broken asphalt. Some bumped into each other, others just stood still like they had forgotten where to go.
Then the ground moved.
It was subtle at first, like a ripple under the surface. The road bent upward slightly, just enough to tilt a parked car to one side. A few zombies lost their balance and fell, their bodies rolling against each other.
Adrian frowned.
"What is that…" he muttered.
The ripple grew.
Stronger.
Wider.
The entire street started to bulge, like something massive was pushing from below.
Then the tremor came again.
Harder this time.
The building itself shook. The glass panels around the window rattled faintly even through the layers of newspaper. The floor beneath Adrian's boots vibrated in a low, steady pulse.
Ryan stepped closer.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
