FORTY-NINE
From the safety of the airship, Jackson looked out over High Command.
The sea of freaks roaming in the streets of what had once been the safest town in the country made it impossible for them to set foot in the place. The parade ground directly in front of the citadel teemed with freaks, blocking access to the medical centre Rona said they needed to reach to access the Legion’s underground lab. Bleakness wormed its way into Jackson as he noted the number of wardens among the infected. He’d only been gone four days. How could the freaks have taken over and infected the wardens living there so quickly?
He’d sent a large number of wardens under his command to fight the freaks in the towns, but there should have been plenty of wardens remaining to stop the freaks from taking over
