Under Satoshi's lead, the group made their way toward downtown Los Angeles.
They moved cautiously, eyes scanning their surroundings. The buildings on either side were cracked and crumbling, overgrown with moss and weeds.
The streets were just as desolate—ruined, abandoned—but eerily devoid of zombies. It was the perfect post-apocalyptic scene.
A gust of wind swept through, carrying the stench of decay. The rusted metal of wrecked cars rattled in response.
A massive rat, startled by the noise, let out a sharp squeak before scurrying away.
"Looks like I was right—no zombies around. This route is safe," Ryuji said, clearly pleased.
David and the others glanced around.
This was the infamous no-man's land, a place long deemed uninhabitable for humans.
But standing here now, it didn't seem all that terrifying.
If they made it out alive, this would definitely be a story worth bragging about.
