What are you waiting for?

We’ve lost a couple of good ones along this journey. We may lose a few more too.

Alex adjusted the military-grade Golight, which nested on a short pedestal atop the vehicle. It cut through the darkness with razor precision illuminating the monsters.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I couldn’t hit the Bighorn with the sledgehammer without tearing Jon’s ribs apart.

Watching the hydraulic door slowly lower itself closed had felt like an eternity. We wouldn’t last long if a couple of those things followed us inside.

It was hard to expunge Jeff’s screams from my mind—and the blood; so much blood sprayed over the Prowler he’d been pushing…