Two days later...
Steve's gaze traveled across the horizon.
"It's a good day. A damn good day. It's a good day, to die~"
He turned around. Behind him was Vincent, keeled over the side of the {Longhorn Mare} with a rather apathetic look on his face.
"Could you not sing such an ominous song right now?"
Vincent's body trembled as he grumbled,
"Well, what else should I do?"
He turned over to lay on his back, eyes narrowed as he stared at the endless grey,
"It's been two days with absolutely nothing. This entire place is a fucking wasteland. Even worse, is the terrible smell, and now, this freaking heat."
They had transitioned to a part of the former City of Zoan that was littered with just a few Devil Mutant nests and spawning pools. Thanks to that, it had been two whole days since they had been attacked.
In place of that, they had encountered a strange area filled with stalks of a strange plant that spat out glowing red spires from time to time.
