The old mall had become a labyrinth of rubble and improvised barricades. Ghost led you through the empty corridors, where the buzzing of flies and the disgusting smell of death accompanied you. "It used to be full of life" you murmured, letting your gaze slide over the destroyed shop windows. Simon stopped and looked back at you, his voice muffled under his mask "Life rarely lasts long. Especially here." Suddenly, the sound of broken glass rang out in the distance and you both froze. "We have company," he said shortly. "Ready?" Your fingers closed tightly around your gun as the shadows began to tremble in the darkness.