CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2027 5:43pm
(00:21:45:28)
Marcus reached for his pulse rifle as he watched Z come closer. Even though he worried about the blast radius, sudden, real fear guided his actions. He wanted to blow this menace out of existence.
But the rifle lay three feet out of reach, pulled from him with the last blast. Instead, he reached around to his pack and pulled the pistol clear. This might be a better choice anyway.
His legs throbbed, but he took that as a good sign. If they hurt, they might still be working. Pain as a comfort seemed strange and still made keeping the handgun steady difficult as he took aim at the massive figure moving closer.
He wondered why the creature wasn’t moving faster. He didn’t appear to be seriously injured, but he moved cautio
