Devon

A mass of people flood the corridors, each body covered head to toe in armor of one form or another. Most people wear simple leather armor, others with a bit more technology on their side, like Kevlar.

None of this does anything to ease the tension in my gut as I make my way up onto the roof.

Cool night air greets me, but the feeling is hollow and empty. Anyra and James are situated near the edge of the roof. Tall concrete pillars have been lifted up from ...