and petrified human hangs over the town like an invisible smog.
You couldn’t see it but you could feel it, you could taste it. The air seemed thicker almost. He knew there were more drones somewhere, he’d seen bigger groups and larger crowds flowing into the town over the last few days. But they were somewhere deeper into the town and he needed to find them.
He climbs up onto the roof of a building, it’s Brian’s hardware store, back to where this whole mess took a turn south, and takes two cameras from the backpack along with an aerial connected to a small black box. The network would connect the cameras wirelessly to a receiver and transmit their signal back to his house.
He reaches up as high as he