Ghost walked through the city, looking around at the chaos, the fired spread wildly. Glass under his boots crunched loudly as he walked. He made sure to keep an eye out for any enemies or any sudden movements. He walked slowly, not wanting to make too much noise, although, the glass and debris he did end up stepping on cracked loudly. His grip tightened on the rifle as he walked, he had this horrible gut feeling, as if something was wrong. His finger rested on the trigger, preparing himself.