Chapter 33: Traveling down the Road
The convoy rumbled down the cracked highway, their tires crunching over debris that had once been the lifeblood of the world, broken glass, crushed metal, pieces of lives that had been left behind. The once-busy roads were empty now, save for the occasional wrecked car or overturned truck, long abandoned by their owners in a desperate attempt to flee from the apocalypse.
George sat in the lead vehicle, his eyes scanning the landscape as it passed. His mind was heavy, weighed down by the mission they were on and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Behind him, the convoy of trucks and SUVs stretched down the road, their engines the only sound in the silence of the ruined world.