6. Rise of the Slivers
Mina
With the experience of three other Warehouse expeditions behind me, the signs surrounding the Slivers’ crude backup location were unsettlingly blatant. It was hard to believe that this old farmhouse, with its faintly luminescent fungal coating and surrounding orchard that swayed without a breeze, could go unnoticed by even the most oblivious of humans.
Maybe it wasn’t trying.
Holding tightly to the strap of my bag, I walked with Dad up the dirt driveway that cut through the orchard.
The tree branches were tangled and twisted through each other, braided by hands that had never been taught to braid. As we passed, they tilted toward us, heavy with misshapen, unseasonable fruit. It looked as if the fruit were trying to be blood oranges, if those blood oranges h
