Careful planning
Zera felt like she was hit by sudden nausea as they made it out of the sewer. Her eyes zeroed in on the damaged electronic billboard that could be seen on top of the leafless trees.
It was a faint picture of her father, standing above ruined buildings and grayish skies.
"Why am I reminded of the zombie apocalypse with these ruined buildings and stuff?" Beatrix grunted. She put an arm around Zera, jerking her friend back to their reality.
"Hey," Beatrix watched Zera come back to her senses, the latter pinching the bridge of her nose. But she didn't say anything.
Like the simulation from yesterday, they were equipped with handguns and daggers. The ruined city felt unwelcoming already.
Smoke rose from some of the decapitated buildings. From their view on top of a mountainous place where the sewer led them, it made Zera shiver in case they actually faced another horde of zombies.
She didn't need a repeat of what had already happened.