The whistling wind across what was now a battlefield, coupled with low growls of the infected, made the only sound heard through the vast devastation. It mixed well, creating an unsettling atmosphere.
The Tier three remained hesitant to attack. With its intelligence surpassing that of both tiers below it, the monstrosity was known for its precautionary habits. As its eyes moved from left to right, glaring at both Calyx and Haze, they knew just what it was doing.
"This one's sizing us up, eh?" Calyx muttered, taking the switch blade and sticking it back into the hilt of his cargo pants. This one, he had to take seriously.
"This is the last tier three. Then we can leave this shit hole, so let's make it quick," Haze said, tightening his grip on the axe. The weapon had a long, hard, and strong body like that of a spear, while both of its ends, however, were axes with blades on both sides.
