Graveyard of Empires

Jonah waited outside the dining hall, debating internally whether his friend would be better suited discussing the situation out loud or being left to himself.  Quinn was inside, seated at one of the tables and lost in his thoughts.

“Are those the new shipping manifests?” Oliver asked. “Yeah.” “What did we get?”

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking.” “I know exactly what I’m asking for, Wade.”

Jayson and Bret sprinted back through the cavernous garage toward the entrance where they had first come in. They had a head start against the monster chasing them, but he could feel it closing the distance.

The gun strapped to Abdullah’s hip felt like it weighed at least a thousand pounds.

They climbed down the cliff face the next morning to the structure below. It seemed quite a bit larger up close, and they were forced to walk another kilometer around the outside before they found an entrance they could use.

Abdullah lay back on the cot in his spartan chambers and rubbed his face, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened in the last few weeks. His bed was basically just a rigid board built up against the wall, the kind he’d grown used to in his years of being a common soldier.

Vivian woke Traq up early the next morning, hoping to make it to Delphi and onto their ship, Junker, before they had to seek shelter again. She knew from the previous night and seeing the scouts from the city that they weren’t far from their final destination.

Oliver watched his friend disappear into the garishly decorated hover car with his new bride, waving at the wedding guests who cheered them on. Jim was smiling.