"First, let's find Yunfeng!" Muchen shouted over the roar of the engines, his voice carried by wind and worry alike.
The two bikes split down the road, tires screeching as they sped through the rubble-strewn streets.
The scent of ash and something decayed hung thick in the air.
No sooner had they passed the first junction than several zombies burst from nearby buildings—arms flailing, jaws snapping, eyes wild with hunger.
They leapt toward the sound, but the bikes were too fast.
Their groans faded behind them, but the machines' thunderous engines had already done damage.
More undead stirred. Shadows in alleys, corpses in doorways—they all rose, drawn toward the new sound of life.
"Shit, they're coming!" Shao yelled, tightening his grip as Muchen swerved around a half-toppled streetlight.
"They're normal ones," Jai called back, voice cold, but calm. "Don't stop unless you have to!"
