Ronan stood on the edge of the mountain, staring across at the stone pillars that rose out of the fog. As if there was nothing but the abyss below. They reminded him of the city he'd come from, the difference heights and widths, but the angle of which he was viewing them was entirely new to him. He'd always been on the ground looking up, it simply wasn't safe to enter the buildings, most were on the verge of collapse. If the infection didn't kill you, then falling rubble often did.
With a squint, he wondered if he'd make the jump to the closest pillar. Was it a risk worth taking?