The sound of glass crunching under my boot echoed across the ruined city. Noise used to be comforting, now I despise it. Especially now. Not now, I can’t be found. I need to get the drop if needed, the crate is important. Walking down the street I hear multiple pairs of footsteps. No, they can’t find me. I sling my M4A1 over my shoulder and run into a building across the street. I ram through the door, knocking it off it’s hinges. It crashes to the ground with a bang, rubble crunching under it. I curse under my breath, they must have heard that. Nevertheless, I continue through the building. I make it to the 5th floor of the building, climbing the stairs. I move past countless destroyed cubicles, wood beams, computer monitors, even rocks and
