Chapter 54
Gomez kept his AR-15 on his shoulder. He was on night patrol. Alone. The Hammer sent him out to keep watch so the others could get some sleep. Tomorrow night would be his turn to sleep, if he could.
He doubted it. This place was too screwed up. The Hammer wouldn’t admit it, but Gomez sensed that even he was on edge.
A heavy, musty odor drifted toward him, damp earth mixed with something decaying. Perhaps, he thought nervously, perhaps the smell of death.
The scent grew stronger. Everything in him wanted to run back to the others, wake them, and tell them something was wrong. Instead, he took a deep breath. He needed to check the perimeter, control the situation, neutralize the danger. Only after that, if he still believed a threat lurked, would he disturb the others.
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