The convoy rumbled along the cracked road, its tires crunching over gravel and debris. The imposing silhouette of the base grew sharper with every passing moment.
A transparent dome arched over the structure, gleaming faintly under the pale, polluted sunlight.
Zara leaned her head against the window, her gaze fixed on the dome. "It's probably for the mist," she murmured absently, her voice almost lost beneath the hum of the engine.
Her hand rested protectively on Leo's small shoulder, keeping him close as he stared wide-eyed at the approaching fortress.
Winter sat stiffly beside her, his rifle balanced across his lap. Outwardly calm, his jaw clenched and unclenched rhythmically. His eyes flickered toward the gate, but his thoughts were elsewhere—on his team.
Had they made it to City H? Were they even alive? Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the hunger he'd grown used to ignoring.
