Spain or Ukraine?

Hola

They had stopped to give the roadsign a closer inspection, grey dust covered the rest of the panel. "I'm sick of this shit," said Houston, "where are we now?". Deego had dismounted and scrubbed away more dust. "Prystan", she prodded the word. "Hola Prystan. We're in Kherson!"

Almost immediately, he heard the high-pitched, blood curdling screams coming from behind them. Is he the only one who heard that?, he wondered looking over at the roadsign again.

He assumed he was. He usually was. He didn’t like imagining things but these screams were so disturbing he hoped he was.

As the screams drew closer, he covered his ears and found that this action did, indeed muffle the sound slightly, therefore he had to come to terms with the fact that this was not his imagination, and if this were the case, what should he do? He was no hero, he knew, and those

chaotic shadows would come tearing in here any minute. Something in him snapped. Screaming like a pterodactyl, he crumpled to his knees. He couldn't hear them anymore, but that way he wouldn't know the exact moment he would die. After a while, he confusedly stopped. Why wasn't h-