The rumbling sound of an explosion seemed to hit Nathan from every direction. It was impossible to tell which direction it really was in the city with so many tall buildings around. Nathan couldn't even tell how large of a building was falling or how long it took. For a number of seconds, it was just noise, and then quiet. Had there been weapon stores in one of the buildings he set fire to or did someone else do that?<span style="font-style: italic">Those military men might have C4, but why would they knock a building down?</span><br/><br/>Of its own accord, Nathans mind played a short, improvised movie clip of the bridge falling. There would be plenty of reason for the military men to do that if they thought they'd made contact with all the survivors they were going to. As far off as it was, it would probably sound something like what they'd just heard, too.<br/><br/>â€œChrist.â€ Nathan muttered as he started after Adrian, â€œTurn right!â€ Towards the smoke rising over the buildings. â€œWas she heading away from the gunfire or towards it? I think it was past the gas station.â€ The smaller plume, separated from the two larger plumes of the fresh fires. â€œWe can head towards that then veer wide to the west and avoid an-â€<br/><br/>Both boys skidded to a stop and raised their guns as a form slid out from behind a wall right in front of them. Nathan lowed his gun as soon as the figure spoke. It was just a girl, not even holding a gun; all she did was pull out a map and offer directions. Which, after a second's thought, was awfully suspicious...<span style="font-style: italic">A trap? NOW?</span><br/><br/>Nathan glanced around hurriedly, checking the windows and alleys. â€œI thought the Info Booths would be closed. Haven't seen any tourists in a long time...â€ he spoke idly, hoping for a clue.<span style="font-style: italic">We should just keep going. This silence is worrying me.</span>He glanced at his companion.<span style="font-style: italic">If only he could hear my thoughts...</span>