CHAPTER 452877 Terran Expedition: Australia
Brock Marsden stood on the catwalk above the Australia’s pens and gripped the railing with both hands until his knuckles were white.
The smell was rank, like an unclean zoo mixed with blood and rust. The catwalk extended across the chamber and beneath them were the wire pens holding the prisoners of the war that had started right here. Dim lights glowed in the ceiling, casting a red glow across the wide chamber.
Below the Nosferans were packed in the cages. The pens had low ceilings and narrow openings connecting each to the next. Dividers were raised above the pens at the moment, allowing the Nosferan captives to move around, if they wanted. Many simply wrapped their wings around themselves and didn’t move. Those that died were consumed by th
