Jack stood on top of the building, hundreds of meters above the ground. The building itself was rusted; all the windows’ glass broken. But yet it was standing still, resisting anything that would want to push it down. And unlike many other buildings around, it was still successful. “Thomas!” he shouted, seeing a blur showing itself at the horizon.
“Hm?” Thomas responded, closing his food container and pushing it back into his bag, mouth still half-full of his sandwich. He walked to Jack and grabbed his binoculars. “Yeah. That’s a huge one,” he said, nodding.
“We need to warn everyone,” Jack said, searching for his walkie-talkie. “Home base, do you read me?” He could only hear a noise as a
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