Nathaniel, Luke, and the others were running through the deserted city's streets. The sun was high in the sky, and the six frequently heard the thaids screeching and screaming from afar, forcing them to battle another couple of groups along the way.
Nathaniel was fuming. Erik was so close, but he couldn't get to him because of these fucking monsters. He was growing impatient.
The once-bustling city had become desolate; the buildings were still there, but the people had disappeared.
The group just ended up killing another group of thaids. The silence was heavy and often a prelude to another battle.
They didn't have even thirty seconds of respite before they heard the monsters getting closer.
"Fuck! Don't they ever get enough?!"
"This is getting out of hand," Luke said.
He stopped and gave Nathaniel an intense stare.
"We are not going to stop."
