Meanwhile, in Kingsbridge near the Ferry Island border, Vicente jumped into his truck and slammed the door. The engine roared to life as he drove down the dusty road toward the edge of the borderland. "War already…" he muttered. "It came much sooner than I expected." He was torn between how to feel about it.
On one hand, he was hoping for the downfall of the Quinn's. On the other hand, after witnessing the Arcladons and what they could do, he wanted the Quinn's round. Who else was going to provide the weapons that would protect them from this insane apocalypse.
And it was insane because the creatures popping out of nowhere were things of nightmares. First it was flying snakes, then horses with more heads and legs than they needed and now dragons!
"This world has gone to shit." He muttered, pressing on the gas.
