If I thought Beast was irrational before, it's nothing like the insane monster he is now. Come hell or high water, he's finding Marinah.
Mate.
Find, I reply.
It takes an hour and most of that time is spent avoiding the few people I run across. There should be hundreds of humans out during the day and avoiding them should have been harder. There's also a high-frequency noise that Beast is picking up with his sensitive ears. It's electronic and will attract the hellhounds. I shake my head to alleviate the irritating hum, but it does no good.
The door Marinah showed me the last time I saw her is propped open with a small piece of wood. I enter quickly, knowing it's probably a trap and run straight at the opposite wall expecting gunfire. Nothing-no sound besides the annoying hum and no h
