Greg knelt on the edge of the tar-paper roof, red leather of his gloves creaking as his fingers dug into crumbling concrete. New England wind bit through the open top of his helmet, whipping bright blond hair around his white lenses. The backstreet Greg had tracked them to was a dead end, following the path…
The itch at the base of Greg’s skull flared up, Danger Sense buzzing like a cheap phone on the lowest setting as it told him what he’d already guessed. Analyze. The world hitched for a split-second as a translucent blue box — visible to a grand total of one person — flared into existence. It…
The basement beneath Casa De La Veder had been spared of the oceanic onslaught that was Leviathan. All the buildings this far inland had, honestly, so it wasn’t all that special. Even still, geography was a bitch and a half to deal with. Being built on the coast was convenient and all — if the…
Her mouth opened wide in a yawn, arms stretching above her head as she woke up to a song loud in her ear. The same one this city had been screaming for weeks now. Honestly, it was the best vintage she’d tasted in years, thick and layered like someone had redone a classical piece with…
Drywall dust and stale coffee coated the air of the PRT ENE HQ like a thick perfume; the smell of both hitting your tongue the second you stepped inside and took a breath. Heavy and gritty, the taste of it somehow managed to crawl down the back of your throat after a few minutes and…
Sliding into the warehouse from the skylight was a different feeling than normal. It was already more impressive than most everything else around it for blocks, honestly. A place where the air conditioning actually worked and the Wi-Fi was fast enough to stream 1080p without buffering, and the floor didn’t smell like rotten caviar? That…
White lenses hid his eyes behind his mask, the polycarbonate a brighter red than the blood beneath his feet. Thin streams of it flowing down around the shattered street, pooling around bits of white bone and gray brain. What he could see was nothing compared to what he could smell; his senses better than they…
The first rule of fighting monster dogs, especially ones that looked like someone tried to make a Kaiju out of spare parts and bad vibes, was simple. Don’t get eaten. Seems obvious, right? Like, rule number one of basic survival. But when you’ve got four of the things trying to turn you into a chew…
Red boots hit the roof edge of a warehouse that had seen better decades; soles scuffing against gravel that had probably been there since boomers danced the Charleston or whatever. Gravity took a coffee break as he pushed off; wind slapped his face; biting through the gap in his helmet where his hair stuck out…
Chapter 15: The Hunted Écho.Two soft syllables for something so… so… complexe. A wave of sound and substance folding back through space, carrying its own aftertaste, and refusing anything like a clean death. An arrogance in that, unexpected for something that was just the relapse of a memory. Hearing an echo was an experience all…
