Chapter 92: I Am Zero
FWOOSH. FWOOSH.
The thick, red fog of the Wildlands swirled aggressively outside the shattered windows of the pre-fall bank.
Inside, the squad was fast asleep, their exhausted breathing echoing softly over the CRACKLE of the dying campfire.
Draven stood alone by the broken vault door, staring into the dark.
In his mind, the golden interface of the World Map was blinking furiously.
Dozens of red dots were closing in on their coordinates.
The scent of the Rank-A Hive Mother's core had drawn the scavengers of the dark.
Draven didn't wake Aegon. He didn't rouse Bram or Reina to form a defensive line.
CLACK.
Draven simply unsealed the heavy bank doors, stepped out into the toxic, freezing mud of Sector 44-J, and pulled the doors shut behind him.
He was going to handle this alone.
GRRRRR...
Low, guttural growls echoed from the ruins. Out of the red fog, a pack of thirty Corrupted Scythe-Claws emerged.
