Sixty-Eight
Geoff scanned the large portable lights spread across the parade ground. The first line of defence for when the walls were breached, they wouldn’t slow the freaks for long. Too many freaks; not enough lights. He walked among his people, making sure they had stun guns ready.
For this fight, axes were to be used as a last resort. Each warden carried a standard stun gun and one converted to throw the treated darts. He’d have preferred to have them work in teams of two, one to stun and the other to dart, but didn’t have the manpower. Though his numbers had been bolstered by those half-breeds who were of an age and fitness to be of use, there weren’t enough to make a real difference. They would go into this fight at a disadvantage.
‘Excuse me, Lieutenant.’
One of the older half-
