Sani and his group staggered out of the edge of the town, completely exhausted, their lungs burning like fire, and their legs feeling like lead, making every step excruciatingly painful, requiring enormous effort.
The only reason they did not stop to rest was the thought of 'supporting the counterattack' that kept them going. They believed that as long as their convoy arrived, everything would be better.
But when they finally reached the outskirts of the town, gasping for air and raising their heads, the view along the highway suddenly opened up, their pupils constricted abruptly, and their minds felt doused with ice water, extinguishing their steadfast belief instantly.
About a kilometer away, thick black columns of smoke rose up along the highway, like banners summoning the undead.
The once mighty convoy of survivors had already turned into a series of conspicuous bonfires, flames roaring and crackling.
