These little ones, aside from their crazed bloodlust, were good for nothing.
They hadn't noticed Dean following behind them.
Under the lead of the Black girl from before, these little ones had crossed two streets around the shady clinic and arrived at an abandoned house. They lifted an inconspicuous pile of debris, revealing an opening below, and crawled into it one by one.
As previously mentioned, Los Angeles's underground was riddled with a dense network of tunnels. These little ones came and went through here. Coupled with the cover of their skin color and age, that's why the local gangs had not detected their peculiarity.
Seeing this, Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Surface tracking and underground tracking were completely different beasts. Luckily, he knew Trace Tracking!
