"Truth be told? I actually clicked on the game because of its name." Trink huffed beside Xenon. They found themselves running after watching the Draco take flight.
The mother and children made it in time to escape before the horde of zombies came by the playground.
Mama Draco carried the eggs, dividing some among her children. She wailed a pitiful cry before leaving the dead.
Zera must have imagined it, but Mama Draco seemed to have locked eyes with her before disappearing into the darkened horizon.
Amidst the current of black worms falling from the sky, the creatures could flap their wings.
Zera could only hope they were far enough to land safely.
A parent could always do the impossible for their children.
The thought made Zera think of her father. He might not be the perfect father, but he tried his best.
