The group looked at the haphazard roadblock. Unlike the first, which was more ordered and had actual steel and other heavy items to block. This one was made of random junk. Dumpsters, office furniture, bent trolleys, random scrap metal.
Not long after they parked, people came out of the abandoned building ahead of them. There were approximately two dozen of them. They had an assortment of weapons. Some held baseball bats studded with nails, some iron bars; the weapons varied.
They walked out calmly as if they had done this numerous times before. They might have. Ember's group had not seen any other people besides themselves for a number of days. They were sure people were hiding, but it didn't mean there weren't others that were hunting.
Not animals, but other people.
The people lounged against the junk wall. Their posture was arrogant. The smiles on their faces were predatory. It seemed like a regular Saturday evening for them.
