By the fourth night of the extreme heat, the city no longer belonged to humans during the day.
Only after the sun dipped below the horizon did the ruins left behind by the meteorites breathe again.
The temperature dropped from a murderous inferno to a tolerable thirty degrees, and shadows stretched long across cracked roads and collapsed buildings.
Steam still rose from the ground in some places, carrying a sour stench that mixed decay, rot, and something metallic that refused to disperse.
Humans had to learn to live with this stench that was worse than that of zombies.
Leng Pan tightened the straps of her gear and looked around the dimly lit living room to see if she had taken everything she would need in her mission that night.
Lu Zhen looked at her and chuckled.
"You are taking this way too seriously." He said before leaning towards his wife and planting a kiss on her forehead.
