"I am never going to travel the fucking sea again," said an unknown man as he landed by me and laid down on the deck.
My eyes are closed; I had woken up a few minutes ago.
I am on the deck of a ship, sleeping. I didn't even get to my suite. It is a waste of time to see how quickly things could change.
It had been nineteen and half days since we had entered the suppressive zone and there hadn't been a single day where we hadn't been attacked by the horde at least three times.
The number has been increasing past few days; yesterday it was seven and today, we had already been attacked by the horde five times. These hordes are big and far more powerful than the first one we had faced here.
The last one had been an hour and a half ago, and the next one would come soon. I am sure of it.
"Nine hours more and it all would end," said the familiar voice.
I opened my eyes and turned to Audin.
