Vivian moved through the ruined city, the unconscious Franca slung over her shoulder. The girl was strangely resistant to the infection, a curiosity Vivian couldn't wait to explore further—or maybe the boss would know what made her special.
She glanced back, ensuring Kyle wasn't following, then refocused on the looming tower ahead.
Suddenly, a blast of fire erupted nearby, missing her by inches and scorching the cracked pavement where she'd been a second before. The heat washed over her face.
She stopped, annoyance flickering in her eyes. She looked down from her rooftop perch. Standing in the street below was a group of Hunters. Four serious-looking A-ranks, their gear practical and worn, and leading them, a petite woman radiating calm authority. The Guildmaster from the Hunters Guild.
