Chapter 35. Chong

Ryan led Sherry and his men through the empty streets until they arrived at the garage. As they entered, Sherry could barely see anything in the dark and desolate space.

As she approached the garage, she felt an eerie sense of dread creep over her. The door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a dimly lit interior. The walls were lined with peeling paint, and the concrete floor was stained with oil and grime. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and musty, damp earth.

In the shadows, she could make out the silhouette of a car, its headlights casting a sickly yellow glow that flickered ominously. The walls were cluttered with tools and spare parts, their outlines indistinct in the low light. The ceiling was draped with cobwebs, and the corners are shrouded in darkness.

As she stepped closer, her eyes began to adjust to the dim light, revealing the scattered debris and forgotten relics of a bygone era. A rusted gas canister rested in the corner, its lab