the scent of death filled the air of the Old World, hundreds of skeleton bones and human ash were scattered across the ground, the air was still smoky as if the buildings were still burning
Mary stuck to the shadows, ducking in and out of the decayed buildings making sure not to be seen, moans from what seem like creatures echoed in the far distances, the closer she got to the center of the city the louder they became. she didn't want a fire fight down here, the sounds of gun fire could draw every living thing to her position.
as it slithered behind zionna and xenrath, following and there footsteps, the clocked mutants waited for the perfect opportunity to strike, as more gathered around them, they made a small hissing sound. one moved in closer to make the alpha attack, while the others followed it.