The aircraft dove sharply, descending into the ruins of what was once a city.
As the hatch split open with a hiss, Mia and the others jumped out.
All around them, Santa Monica lay in shambles. The streets were cracked and uneven, some areas flooded with stagnant water. Dead fish, dried and rotting, were scattered everywhere, and the air reeked of decay and salt.
"Ugh, it stinks…" Sean grimaced, waving a hand in front of his nose.
Chris, standing beside him, smirked. "Still better than when you shit your pants."
Everyone chuckled, but their eyes kept scanning the surroundings. The place was eerily quiet—dead silent. Not a single sign of life.
"Where the hell did all the sea beasts go?" Brandon muttered, frowning. This place had been a ghost town for a while now, which made it a perfect nesting ground for amphibious creatures. The ruins were usually crawling with them.
That's why the search team had come here—to "go fishing," so to speak.
