The scene would have been eerie enough if it had only been a heavy fog. It wasn’t fog, of course. It was nerve gas – the kind of stuff we swore we didn’t have anymore.
Jenkins and I hunkered down, sweating away in our safesuits, weapons at the ready. The dead quiet was unnerving.
“You think that got ’em, Paul? That had to get ’em. Nothing could live through that.”
I closed my eyes as I heard the distant snap of a twig among the trees. I tightened my grip on the flamethrower. They were still coming…
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