She set off immediately, moving quietly but with purpose, eyes alert for any sign of Anya or Yichen, or the trouble she knew might be waiting.
Qingran moved carefully through Zone 3, her boots crunching over broken concrete and splintered wood.
The streets were a mess of collapsed walls, burned-out vehicles, and debris piled high. A thick haze hung in the air, a mixture of dust, smoke, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. The zone was quiet for a moment, but that silence felt wrong.
Every so often, she caught glimpses of movement: people scavenging among corpses, tearing at whatever they could.
Cannibals, she soon realized, and the thought made her stomach turn. Some wore tattered clothes, others were smeared in blood.
Screams and low growls echoed from alleys, punctuated by the occasional thud of someone hitting the ground or worse getting eaten.
"What a fucked up place, now I'm really worried about Anya.."
