Sleep When You’re Dead
The streets were quiet that morning. Too quiet. Every step echoed off broken glass and empty walls like the city itself was whispering back at us. I'd been walking for hours with Jordan, Maya, and Leo — our boots crunching through the dust of what used to be people's lives. Cars sat rusted in the middle of the road, their doors hanging open, as if everyone just vanished mid-scream. Zane walked…
