The landscape had truly changed.
What had once been the coast of a bustling City had been reduced to a barren wasteland crawling with all kinds of abhorrent abominable Beasts that hungered for human flesh and blood.
Scanning the terrain casually from behind the scope of his rifle, Vincent tried to get comfortable. Unfortunately, the pointy rocks stabbing into his flesh were doing him no good.
He was currently positioned at the peak of a large arm of black rock that resembled a solidified wave of magma.
Here, he was positioned at the most optimal point for sniping, as the peak overlooked the entrance to the den of mutant creatures Cain had decided to raid.
He muttered,
"Really, I think we should leave them alone. They aren't disturbing anyone right now, right?"
He scrunched his nose up,
"Beside, why do we have to hunt these little buggers specifically? Can't we just go somewhere else?"
Cain's voice echoed in his mind,
