They treaded silently through the dust filled street.

There was no need for words.

Their sense of each other was… something more these days.

He could read her as well as she could read him.

The dust was knee high here, forcing them to wade through it like water. She pushed some away with shields, but that only shifted it around them like sand dunes, limbs with skin stretched taunt across them flopping from it.

A skeletal hand stretched up from the dust by the wall, one last attempt to escape whatever happened here. She knelt by the body and brushed dust away from the skull. It wasn't quite decomposed yet, scraps of gnawed skin still clinging to the bone.

Once upon a time they would have retched at such a sight.

She simply stood up and followed him to the next shop.