Ayla dropped into the settlement without a sound.
The moment her boots touched broken concrete, her knees bent just enough to absorb the impact and with it, all the sound, before she straightened.
Her grey eyes calmly scanned her surroundings as she noticed a few more things now that she was closer.
The air here was thick and completely stale, heavy with the scent of dried blood.
The scent of It clung to everything, reminding her of a memory of her past.
She didn't like places like this.
Not because she was afraid, but because they reminded her too much of the rift she was stuck in and it felt suffocating.
The Settlement was completely void of Eclipsed, saved for a couple of tier threes prowling around.
It seemed the thing controlling them was smart enough to leave a few for its protection, because of she guessed correctly,
