Hell Or High Water As Cities Burn Zip Apr 2026

Morning came dirty and gray. The train slowed near a collapsed overpass, and Kael jumped, rolling into a ditch full of charred cornstalks. He lay there a moment, listening. No engines. No helicopters. Just the whisper of ash falling like dirty snow.

He hadn’t found her yet.

The last train out of Chicago didn’t have a horn. Didn’t have lights. Didn’t have a driver. Just a long, rust-veined snake of freight cars rattling south through the ash-dark afternoon. Kael swung himself into an open hopper car a mile past the railyard, landing hard on a bed of crushed limestone and shattered glass. His knees screamed. He ignored them. hell or high water as cities burn zip

The train passed through what used to be Gary, Indiana. Now it was just slag and silence. Fires flickered on both sides—not the big, hungry fires of the city, but smaller ones. Trash fires. House fires no one bothered to put out. Bodies in doorways, sometimes sitting up like they were just resting. Kael stopped counting bodies somewhere around the Illinois border. Morning came dirty and gray