Elsa
The moment Kane’s confirmation came through, and we knew Alison was safe, there was no need to hold back.
Adam and I raised our guns, and the sound of gunfire tore through the air, shattering the tense silence.
The first shots sent Simone scrambling for cover, her smug demeanour replaced by frantic calculation.
Her warriors returned fire, bullets ricocheting as they targeted us.
When they realised our Kevlar vests made us impervious to their silver bullets, their tactics changed.
They began to shift, their monstrous forms ripping through clothing as they charged with terrifying speed. The bullets didn’t stop them completely—at least, not most of them.
They would pull the silver slugs out of their flesh and keep coming. But a well-placed shot to the heart or head took them
