04 | Home bound

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Jax instructed the group to gather necessary items, following closely as we made our way quietly into the lobby. A few stifled screams at the sight of Ferals, razor teeth dripping with saliva, sharp claws gauging the ground. Flicking my hand quickly I created a screen obscuring the creatures, a sharp pain shooting behind my eyes as I did.

Glen ushered the group, instructing them to keep their eyes on him as we silently made our way through the building. Reaching the back door Jax and I pried it open, peeking through the crack for immediate dangers. Two Ferals raced across the roof top, bounding over the gap, dropping pieces of concrete which shattered like bombs in front of the door.

I quickly unscrewed the silencer from my gun, slipping it into my pocket - range over silence would be needed to get this group to safety. Downside? it could alert the entire pack of ferals, ultimately overwhelming us. I gazed around the group, holding a finger to my lips; if we were lucky, we could get to the next building before being spotted.

My gut twisted, power tingling; something told me this group were all out of luck.

Opening the door wide I moved into the street, taking point. Scouting the rooftops above while Jax scanned the streets with two other men. With Glen taking up the rear he closed the door as quietly as possible.

A howl went up and we all froze, my heightened senses picking up additional movement from the Ferals; a slight possibility they figured we were no longer inside squeezed my chest. As we began moving again the building we came from shook violently, the Ferals finally breaking through my wards and pouring inside.

I cursed under my breath, it had been sooner than expected. My pace quickened, hoping the rest understood the urgency as we rushed quietly down the street. Another howl went up followed by a roar, indicating the first lot of Ferals had discovered the basement empty; too bad for them, I guess. A boom sounded not long after, igniting the trap symbols I etched into the hallway. The explosion vibrated through the ground, raining debris around us.

Out of instinct I turned to my left, my gun coming up and firing before my brain had time to process the danger. The loud shot rang out, the Feral toppling from the wall to fall dead at my feet. My heart pounded against my chest, another wave of adrenaline surging through my body, heightening my senses further while my head swooned; I just sounded the dinner bell to our location.

I felt the air ripple, gut twisting as I sensed the beasts stop, processing the death and sound. I turned my eyes to Jax, wide with panic, watching as the dread spread across his

"RUN!" I shouted, propelling myself forward while the group scrambled to follow. Squeals and roars resonated through the air as the Ferals raced to our location. Someone screamed behind me, half turning I watched as a Feral dropped onto an older man, its teeth sinking into his flesh sending blood flying everywhere, a sickening crunch filling my ears.

I raised my gun, body reacting before my brain had time to process the danger, another two Ferals dropping dead. Gunshots echoed behind me, the others started firing while more screams rang out, another two people snatched by the beasts.

With my powers tingling I turned around abruptly, firing twice, two Ferals falling to the ground with a thump beside Jax who had been seconds away from being their lunch; he nodded at me, breathing hard. I started running again, shooting as I went, ferals dropping into the street while people scrambled to get away. The ground began to shake, the unmistakable screeches growing louder as more raced to our location. I darted around the corner at the end of the street, half checking the surroundings before racing towards the door to the building.

I wrenched it opened, body almost humming, my powers overflowing with adrenaline while my senses threatened to overwhelm me, a sharp pain behind my eyes stabbing again. As the group headed to the safety of the building a woman was snatched from above, her screams cut short as the Feral bit off her head, reigning blood down on everyone below. I screamed for the group to get inside, firing at the Ferals pouring into the street like giant ants, crawling over the rooftops above, pausing only to reload my gun.

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