The group made their way back up to the rooftop. Everyone looked wiped—Ethan included. Holding off the zombies had taken a serious toll.
Ethan pulled out his phone, hoping to check for any updates online, but the screen stayed black. Dead battery. With a sigh, he shoved it back into his pocket. Cheap phone, cheap battery—should've seen that coming.
"Chris, check the news, will you? See if there's anything from the authorities."
It was already past four in the afternoon. The world had been ending for over half a day now. Surely someone in charge would've said something by now.
Chris quickly unlocked his phone and started scrolling. His face lit up for a second—then fell just as fast.
"What's with the emotional rollercoaster?" Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"They did post something," Chris said, forcing a smile. "But it's not exactly helpful."
"What'd they say?"
