9. Dead Drop
Mina
Like a tumor, Prospero mutated and festered quietly within its boundaries as the Slivers established their hold.
The seismic activity had stopped for now, but the town continued to glow, day and night, with shifting distortions and colors.
Other than the filtered sun, Splinter light was the only light now, almost everywhere. The power grid had shut off within an hour of the barriers going up.
Lines of victims stumbled through the streets with the jerking forced movements of the bat-winged parasites, dragged by their own muscles to the edge of the gaping Sliver Warehouse and down into the waiting, Minotaur-guarded pods.
I was almost glad I wasn’t close enough to watch their faces as they went, but when the wind shifted, the screams and cries carried an uncanny distan
