Street

Zack wasn't sure he wanted to see the city burning that badly. He also didn’t like the idea of being caught up there with no where to run. No he would head for the streets, where avenues of escape would open up for him should he need it.

Pistol in hand he cautiously moved down the steel steps toward the alley below. As he turned to head to the next landing he saw a silhouette of a man, his back to Zack, staring down at the side door.