The three of them sagged to the ground in relief. He could hear Kinza gulping in air like she had been drowning. “Stab rock, sound stops,” she gasped out. “Got it.”
“Only with obsidian,” Zaid choked out and got to his feet. “Let’s keep moving.”
“Sure, no need to rest,” Kinza mumbled behind him. He didn’t know how she could still be so sarcastic in a time like this. Did she ever stop joking? It must be some sort of ridiculous human coping mechanism she had acquired from living in Chicago.
Within twenty minutes they were at the edge of the south quarter. This area held more of the long, limestone buildings, but many of these were already in some state of ruin prior to the attack. In fact, nature had started to reclaim much of it. In between cracked and crumbled walls, flowering vines, fer
