The tension from the mountain carried down into the valley as the group decided to shift their battlefield. The dense forest was replaced by the jagged, rusted skeleton of an abandoned warehouse factory.
Lyra trudged ahead of the pack, her petite frame nearly swallowed by the heavy tactical vest and the rifle slung over her shoulder. She looked both hilarious and adorable, puffing out her cheeks in silent fury as she navigated the uneven ground.
Chloe Bishop walked alongside Donovan Tang. Before she could even reach for her gear, Donovan’s large, calloused hand reached out and effortlessly took the weight of her equipment bag, slinging it over his own shoulder. He didn't ask; he simply acted, leaving her no room to refuse.
Donovan caught her hesitant expression and a rare, genuine smirk
