Without another word, I began to walk down the hill, my massive footsteps crunching against the dry, cracked earth. The others followed at a distance, still processing the scale of destruction around us. As I moved forward, my eyes scanned the landscape, always calculating, always planning. There was no emotion, just the practicality of survival.

As I reached the edge of the hill, I dropped down onto the ground, the impact sending a small tremor through the dirt beneath me. The dust kicked up around my feet, but I paid it no mind, continuing forward. There was no telling what dangers lurked out here, but I had no intention of being caught off guard.

Behind me, Leon called out, his voice steady despite the overwhelming scene. "Where are we headed?"

I didn't turn to look at him. "Forward," I replied, my tone calm, detached as always. "Away from this place. What comes next, we deal with when we get there."

Chris nodded, keeping his eyes on the horizon. "No arguments here."

The group fell in line, their pace quickening as they followed my lead down the ruined landscape. Every step forward felt like a march into the unknown. The world had gone to hell, and now it was all about who could survive it the longest.