Noah and Leonard walked through the destroyed road, moving away from the base at an easy pace.
The city around them was completely wrecked. Buildings on either side sat in various states of collapse. Walls caved in, facades crumbled away, debris scattered across the pavement in uneven piles.
Cracks ran through the road beneath their feet like a map of old damage, some wide enough to step over, others just thin lines splitting the concrete apart. Dust hung faintly in the air.
There was nothing moving. No sounds except their own footsteps.
Stomp
Stomp
"Still nothing," Leonard muttered, scanning the street as they walked. "Just rubble and more rubble."
"Keep looking," Noah said, glancing up at the upper floors of a half-collapsed building as they passed it.
"We'll find it." He said further.
They kept moving.
They turned down one street, then another, cutting through an open plaza that had a dried-up fountain at its centre, the stone basin cracked clean down the middle.
