I Don't Trust You

The van rumbled steadily down the open highway, one of the few vehicles daring enough to travel this early. The road ahead was nearly empty, and for good reason. News had already spread, Ruin City was locked down. Roads were barricaded, and communication had been cut off. No one was coming in or out.

So it made sense that the highway was eerily quiet. With the hour still early, many hadn’t even left their homes, let alone thought about work. The van, however, was headed toward Slough, and it wasn’t just any group making the journey. Inside were the remaining Altered Hunters, silent survivors of a night they would never forget.

They needed rest. Time to recover. Time to think.