"Where are we actually going?" Clara asked as they moved through the ruined street.
The road becomes farther from a normal city path. Patches of strange flesh-like material clung to the asphalt. Giant mushrooms towered between broken vehicles. Segments of architecture from another world had fused with concrete buildings, bending walls at unnatural angles and replacing windows with organic membranes that faintly twitched every few seconds.
The others glanced toward Myles, waiting for direction as well.
"Michael only gave me a general route," Myles replied while scanning ahead. "The western sector beyond the camp hasn't been explored yet. The northern zone is Red's territory. We're not heading there for now."
Everyone already knew the name of Red and his gang. A hostile faction that had grown powerful in a short amount of time.
"Then why haven't they attacked the camp yet?" Daniel asked. "If they're that strong, shouldn't they have tried already?"
