Hell Or High - Water As Cities Burn Zip

He walked. Roads were memory. Gas stations were tombs. He found a convenience store with its windows punched out and its coolers long since cleaned, but behind the counter, under a fallen shelf, a single can of peaches. He punched it open with his knife and drank the syrup first, then ate the fruit slowly, piece by piece. His body shook with gratitude.

The train passed through what used to be Gary, Indiana. Now it was just slag and silence. Fires flickered on both sides—not the big, hungry fires of the city, but smaller ones. Trash fires. House fires no one bothered to put out. Bodies in doorways, sometimes sitting up like they were just resting. Kael stopped counting bodies somewhere around the Illinois border. hell or high water as cities burn zip

Ahead, the sky was darker. Not from night—from more fire. Another city burning. Toledo? Columbus? He couldn’t tell anymore. They all burned the same. He walked

He hadn’t found her yet.

Morning came dirty and gray. The train slowed near a collapsed overpass, and Kael jumped, rolling into a ditch full of charred cornstalks. He lay there a moment, listening. No engines. No helicopters. Just the whisper of ash falling like dirty snow. He found a convenience store with its windows