Clementine:
What usually felt like ten minutes felt like an hour this time. We were all anxious. The squadmates right in front of the fleshmingos were losing it, and we didn't blame them. We were scared too.
"Makes me wonder what's going on in the North," Ian whispered, catching our attention.
We stood steady by the carriage doors, ready to fight for the other squadmates if it came to that. The plan was to push through the squads and reach the last one the second the doors opened, so we could kill the fleshmingos.
Thankfully, we had weapons with us this time. The bag we'd filled with weapons from one of the houses was finally going to come in handy.
"What do you mean?" Haiden asked Ian.
"Isn't it weird that the last two monsters we slayed," Ian paused to make a hand gesture, "were once just normal werewolves?"
I stared at his face in confusion for a while. He wasn't wrong, though. But before we could dwell on it, the train arrived at its stop.
