You flee on all fours, your digitigrade legs and extended arms covering ground far faster than any human could ever hope to match.
The cracked surface of The Q Bridge is worn and battle-scarred. During the years of the Purge when the werewolf packs of the northeast had dug in here in a defensive position, The Q was the site of several deadly battles as the human ground forces attempted to drive the wolves out from the city and into the sea. It was rumored that hundreds of werewolves had lost their lives defending this very span.
You're so wrapped up in your thoughts and the heady glee of freedom that you're shocked senseless when an explosion under your feet throws you and Tiva into the air.
Time slows to a crawl, and through a red haze of pain you wonder why Lapu and Dena are upside down. Your ears are ringing…everything smells like burnt hair.
The minefield! In your haste you'd forgotten about the minefield! You twist and turn, seemingly weightless, plunging down toward the water's dark surface below. Falling…falling for the second time in as many hours. Your mind, shocked by the sudden detonation and sharp descent, plays through recent events in slow motion, and you briefly wonder if it might be for the best if you disappear beneath the cold waves forever.
No, you decide moments before you hit the water. It doesn't end here at all. This is only the beginning….
Two Hours Ago