The wind curled around Ashrik and Lucille as they flew further ahead. He held her close by the waist. At the same time, Captain Gao's unconscious body drifted beside them like a discarded rag doll.
The sky was a deep shade of indigo. The shattered silhouettes of ruined buildings projected out like broken ribs beneath the moon. This place seemed to be a small town in the suburbs.
Far below, shapes moved. The zombies.
"This is the place," Ashrik said quietly.
Under the moonlight, the zombies wandered between the ruins. Their twisted limbs jerked at unnatural angles as they shambled through cracked concrete.
Some dragged rotted feet behind them, leaving streaks of dark stains in their wake. Others scraped their claws against debris as they searched for anything warm and alive.
"Most of them are second levels. Oh, and a few thirds," Lucille murmured.
