A Map of Broken Streets

Previously

…He looked away, his voice barely a whisper. “I told him about the shipment. The one coming in next week. The big one.” The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The dust on the wind, once a symbol of their elusive freedom, now felt like ashes, settling on their dreams, on their future. They were still running, but now, the hunter had become the hunted in a way they hadn’t anticipated, caught between the iron fist of the law and the venomous grip of the Serpent. The road ahead, once a symbol of their adventurous spirit, now stretched out before them like a desolate, broken street, shrouded in an ominous, suffocating dust.