The cold deepened.
So did the fear.
A Sound That Didn’t Belong to the Storm
Then Lucas heard it.
Not thunder. Not wind.
A mechanical growl, low and steady, cutting through the chaos.
He froze, heart pounding.
Carefully, he crawled toward the edge of the roof and peered into the gray haze. Rain blurred everything, but something large was moving through the floodwaters below — something solid.
At first, Lucas thought it might be debris. Maybe a piece of a building torn loose by the storm.
Then voices broke through the noise.