Forty-Four
Marcus’ fury built as he stormed through the streets of Brimfield, heading for the entrance to the underground carpark. His temper was not improved by finding a large group of wardens standing in the roadway, watching on as the gap in the barricade was repaired. He backtracked for the tunnel exit the first freak he’d subverted had shown him and descended into the darkness.
One of his freaks waited in the shadows with a torch, as instructed. Marcus snatched it out of his grasp and switched it on. The freak was tall for a human. With his light brown hair and blue eyes, he resembled Jackson Kyle.
‘What happened?’
‘Ward came… Brought lights… Hard to see… To fight… Had to run… Get away.’ The freak’s brow creased as he haltingly described what had happened, the virus having reduce
