Ren screamed and thrust upward with a jagged knife he'd stolen earlier. It sank into the man's stomach. The cannibal staggered, snarling, swinging again. Zhen grabbed the blade with both hands and drove it higher, into his throat.
Hot blood splattered across both their faces.
The man dropped to the floor, his body twitching.
The boys froze, staring down at the corpse.
"You're alive.." Anya snapped, dragging them back into the present. "That's all that matters. Move!"
The raid had only begun.
The warehouse was hell on earth.
The screams of the White Teeths reverberated against the metal walls, mingling with the crack of bone and the hiss of fire. Anya's body shuddered with every blast, her skin glowing hot enough to sear her clothes into ash.
Her veins throbbed as Jack's warnings flashed in her skull: [Warning: Cortisol spike. Cellular overburn detected. Risk of collapse—63%.]
She didn't care. If she stopped, they all died.
