Each person acted according to their own inclination, no one willing to listen to another, and a chaotic rain of disorganized abilities couldn't get past a defense system designed to crush that very chaos.
On the grandstands, faces changed.
"That tower..."
"It broke everything."
"Not just one tower, there's also some kind of pressure..."
Rover stood inside, watching through the screen, expression unchanged.
"Morie."
"Suppression field is stable." Morie answered immediately, fingertips still moving across the control panel. "But I have to split the energy. The Survivors aren't the real concern. The problem is what's in the fog."
She had barely finished when the fog at the courtyard's edge began to move.
Not wind.
But something parting the fog to step through.
The first one charged out of the fog curtain.
A Zombie Hunter.
