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Did I want to die not knowing what being with Colbie would be like?
Not knowing all that fierce passion and having it directed my way?
“Marc, look at that,” she breathed.
It was the Hawk hangar. Through the large doorway, I spotted a ruined Hawk. I noted Colbie eyeing the older-model quadcopter eagerly.
We walked through the doorway, our footsteps echoing through the massive space.
“Wow. I can just imagine my dad flying one of these.”
As we moved farther, we came to a large depression in the concrete floor with scorch marks around it.
“This is where the bomb went off,” I murmured. The bomb that had destroyed the alien invaders.
“Oh.” She moved to the edge of the crater. “Incredible.”
It was a shame it hadn’t also destroyed the monsters they’d created.
But one day, we’d do it. We’d kill the creatures and the world would be safe again.
Suddenly, there was the distant echo of a monster roar. We both spun.
It didn’t sound close, but it was definitely inside the base.
“It came from that tunnel.” I gripped her arm as I nodded toward a distant tunnel on the other side of the hangar. “Let’s get moving. In the other direction.”
“The squad locker rooms are over there.” She pointed. “Maybe there’ll be supplies.”
I frowned. “We need to be quick.”
We moved through a broken door, and I glanced at the lockers lining the walls. Debris covered the floor from where a wall had collapsed.
Colbie quickly checked the lockers she could access. “Yes! I found some old MREs.” She found a drawstring bag and shoved the meals inside.
I spotted an old-model carbine on the ground. I snatched it up. Unsurprisingly, it was out of charge. I scanned the room.There. Several chargers were attached to the wall. I ripped one off.
“Will that still work?” she asked.
“I’ll try to charge it up in the infirmary and we’ll see what happens. I’d prefer a carbine in my hand over a blaster. Ready?”
She nodded. We slipped back out and crossed the hangar.
“From memory, there should be a shortcut through maintenance, where they worked on the Hawks,” she said. “It’ll be a shorter trip back to the infirmary.”
I lifted my chin. The double doors to the maintenance area were ajar. We edged inside, then stopped.
“What the hell?” Colbie breathed.
The entire large space was filled with cocoons.
My heart kicked hard, my pulse spiking. There were possibly hundreds of the oval-shaped balls made of a dense web-like substance, disappearing into the shadows.
It looked like a freaking horror movie.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Colbie
