Clyde and Mina moved deeper into the streets. With every step, the city felt stranger and gave them more pressure. It was no longer just ruined and littered with corpses. It was reacting.
The walls beside them pulsed faintly. Lines of light crawled through cracks in concrete, glowing with a muted, unnatural color.
The street beneath their boots vibrated subtle but constantly, like a living thing breathing under their feet.
Clyde slowed.
He placed the butt of his spear lightly against the asphalt. The vibration traveled up the shaft.
"The city's emitting energy," he said.
Mina froze and looked at the walls emitting faint lights. "That means… The buildings too?"
Clyde nodded, eyes scanning the warped skyline.
She swallowed. Her throat felt dry. "You're saying the city is… alive?"
"Not alive like us," he replied. "But not dead either. I'm not surprised if they start to move as well."
