Chapter 5
Kenna
St. Louis was covered in the cryptic graffiti. Each building had been thoroughly checked and then tagged. There were apparently survivors here at one point, but the city was a ghost town. As their horses made their way through the tall buildings, the sounds of their hooves echoed. Otherwise, it was eerily quiet.
Burned-out cars and trash littered the streets. Ground-level windows were all broken. Plants had begun reclaiming some areas, cracking the pavement and climbing up structures. Parks may as well have been patches of forest. Only green and black paint showed that anyone had been here in years, and they’d taken the final residents or ordered them to leave. The scribbles looked somewhat fresh, but Ken couldn’t be sure.
They camped halfway inside an old department st
