The afternoon sun was heavy against Zara's back as she walked beside Winter, adjusting the sling that held Leo close to her chest.
Even with the dome protecting the base, the heat was stinging. That meant the weather had done another one of its weird things where it was extreme.
They were looking for the lab.
It wasn't as simple as finding a sign that read Top-Secret Facility This Way. The base was sprawling, it was quite literally blocks of buildings and streets that had walls built around them during the start of the apocalypse.
People walked with purpose, some in pairs, others alone, their faces tired but resigned. Government officials—identifiable by their crisp uniforms and ever-present clipboards—watched from various posts, their gazes impassive as they monitored the civilians. There were checkpoints at intersections, each manned by at least two officers. Large signs designated different sections of the base—living quarters, rations centre, and medical bay amongst others.
