"We're screwed!"
Nash irritably yanked off what was left of his pants, as if they were holding him back, not caring that he was now stark naked.
The drug-induced euphoria kept hammering his nerves, his whole being trapped in a confusing mix of excitement, frustration, and fear—
Almost like a lunatic, but among the Night Wandering Ghosts, he was just a bit off.
"Bowen—they're coming! Their firepower is strong, they wiped out my men in an instant!"
"Not at all looking like they're short on supplies—I thought the Military Technology unit had come to clean us up!"
"Bowen?!"
"Damn you!"
The vehicle sped along the abandoned highway toward Stone Ridge Mountain, heading for an abandoned tunnel, where Nash and his remaining crew had gathered.
The incomplete road was full of potholes and bumps, with plenty of concrete barriers scattered around.
Drugged-up, Nash just floored the gas pedal, frantically trying to contact his boss Bowen—
But there was no response!
Bam!
