EDEN CITY
He needed her blood.
He dragged his leg along the ground slowly, the two large holes in his thigh still leaking red over the rocks and slabs of concrete he was crawling over. He had dragged himself from the treeline of the airfield where he had taken the rounds through his leg and two through his chest. He had laid there listening to the screams of his brother clones as they fell under the weapons of the Spartans and elves. Even as the battle raged he had begun to crawl away, hoping to find some way to get blood and heal his wounds.
