Previous chapter:
Chapter 4: the FBI Trap
Next chapter:
Chapter 6: The Illusion of Victory
PREVIEW
... Station)
The smell hit first.
Rot. Stagnant water thick with pus. Rusted iron.
We stood at the mouth of the stairwell leading down to the lower station.
Rain still fell outside, pouring through cracks in the shattered concrete ceiling like small, contaminated waterfalls.
Darkness was almost absolute, save for a few radioactive fungi clinging to the damp walls and casting sickly, pale-green shadows across the place.
"Aiden, cover," I whispered thro ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE






























