Post Apocalypse: Fin du Reve #2

[papagena]

They traveled on the back roads under the cover of night - the pulse of the city dead, quiet, and dark, punctuated by the occasional rattle of gunfire or the thin wail of a baby. The sky was hazy, no stars visible, and the air weighted with an impending storm, but at least the cloud cover provided some coverage from anything overhead.

At first it was empty, but as they crept westward towards the river - beyond which lay Nancy's farm - they began to see dogs trotting down the sidewalk, sometimes in twos or threes. More often were the bodies laying near the crater of an explosion - if they were fully in tact.

There were signs of the living, too. The group had agreed that if they needed to stop, someone at the front would raise their hand. A person in the back would lightly cough. And around 2 AM, Ben did. Cough.