Victor leads his forces on foot, but overhead, his aerial forces begin their attack. They swoop low overhead, the chopping of helicopter blades and the hum of small-aircraft engines covering the pounding of feet as Victor’s ground forces plunge ahead.He watches the skies carefully as his troops pic
It’s two free minutes, really, to let Walsh and Willard do whatever they want.Anything could happen in this time. A bullet could come, strike him between his shoulders – Anything could be happening outside, too – Victor could open his eyes to see that his own army had been wiped out – Or he coul
Inside the house, Ian, Emma, and Delia jump when they hear the sound of the bombs. Mrs. Walsh just sits still. It’s a sound she’s heard before, one she was expecting.“Wha-” Ian says, his mouth open and his head turned towards the windows, wishing, desperately, that he could see out. “What was that
Quickly, Victor surveys his own Betas, who have likewise turned back towards their foe. A few have fallen, writhing in agony themselves – likely those who hadn’t turned before the wind had carried the wolfsbane amongst them – but the vast majority of them stand strong. The tide of the battle has
At the back of the pack, Alvin sees his father begin to step forward, ahead of all of the other Beta troops – He sees the focus of the guns on the watchtower at enemy barracks turn as one towards his dad – And Alvin throws back his head and screams, howling with all of his might.The Betas on eith
Alvin moans and tries to scream against his rough treatment, his capture, but a hand smacks across his mouth and places him on the seat of an ATV, someone climbing up behind him. “Heard,” a voice replies over the radio. “Bring him to the house.”At that, the ATV lurches forward, the man letting go
Evelyn watches as Victor takes those three steps out onto the field, her breath coming fast as she stands precariously – so precariously – on the edge of the watch tower’s platform.Her eyes go to him instantly, as everyone else’s does. He’s standing alone in the field, ahead of his entire army, loo
Walsh’s voice crackles over the amplifier. “Move!” He commands, his voice failing to persuade his Betas. “Forward, troops!” Walsh’s troops grimace, but they hold their position of surrender. Some gunfire explodes from the watch tower at Victor’s troops but they shield against it expertly and hold t