Zephyr looked like he’d met the grim reaper and Rick was put to sleep, hooked on morphine while Jason reported the health statuses for all casualties.
“Caleb,” they greeted when they saw the programmer who quickly indicated that they should continue what they were doing for now.
The man looked at Rick and his bandaged right arm that was now a stump just above his elbows. The man fought well and literally put his life on the line against that monster. Caleb didn’t blame anyone for the setback. If there was someone he wanted to blame, it would be his overconfidence when things are starting to look good. They were living in an apocalypse, why did he even think that it was ok to relax?
Jason briefly looked over to the dejected leader and sighed. Zephyr also took a glance and understood what
