![]() ![]() They were still human-a generous classification, considering what they’d brought here. I lowered my sword and watched the Nightmares lose. “Help us!” He spit the last word blood dribbled down his chin. The glowman had talon-like claws that left deep gouges on the Nightmares’ faces and chests. ![]() ![]() The Nightmares had knives and rusted pipes, and they fought ferociously. The rest of the group was either dead or had fled, like Hensley. Then another.įinally, I stood in a warehouse full of bodies, only one more glowman alive, and it fought two Nightmares. In a strange place between hyperfocus and instinct, I cut my way through another glowman. Just this: ducking and stabbing and the certainty that these creatures were no longer human, just monsters twisted by the wraith and chemicals. Hatred drove every thrust and slash of my sword, and every injury I’d taken on in the last week was a faint, distant pain. ![]() I lost track of everything but the battle. Instead, I was burning up with fury and I brought my blade around and found another glowman, this one thick with drooping jowls and bloodshot eyes. I didn’t pause as the glowman dropped to the ground, dead. Blood poured out and the reek of wraith filled the warehouse. I thrust my blade deep into the glowman’s stomach and twisted. My arms shook with exhaustion, and my ribs ached. ![]()
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