“Aw, shit…”
Adam glanced back, vision foggy and unfocused. His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the mist, but they had to now. In the damp, distant haze, a figure emerged. Cloaked in… no, made of black. A pure, unknowable substance. And it carried a paddle.
One of them.
Their kind never gave up. Last time Adam saw one, Lucas had still been alive. Before the end, Lucas had shared his plan, Operation Sunligh...
