Of course, considering that they were on steel rails, the crew spent a few minutes waiting for some kind of train or metro to show up, yet nothing of the sort was in sight.
Left with no other option, they headed north; considering that the distance they had to travel would be enormous, they instantly began to sprint while caring to not exhaust themselves too much.
Wordlessly the crew moved forward with no indication that they were even heading in the right direction.
Just as slowly doubts began to creep in, Enzo abruptly halted.
"How the hell?" He muttered. With a grimace, he pinched his nose.
"What's the matter?" Michael asked, seeing that Enzo had noticed something was amiss.
"Do you not notice it?" Enzo spat in irritation. "There is… some kind of stench here. I don't know how to properly explain, but one thing I know for certain. Even among the battlefields where millions of human corpses lay scattered throughout the ground, I have never encountered such a strong smell."
