Necessity births invention… a wise man once said.
Desperate times call for desperate measures… another wise man said.
Necessity and desperation, these became the catalyst that pushed Ethan to devise a daring strategy of using a monster to fight against humans.
Somehow, it worked, and for the first time since the world came crashing down and they were chased, they got a moment of reprieve.
Major Pike and his men fell behind.
After hours of sprinting alleys, bleeding tunnels, and echoing corridors, the sudden absence of pursuit felt unnatural.
There were no rifle cracks, no barked orders, no boots pounding in rhythm, just the hiss of wind through broken glass and their own ragged breaths.
And then, they found a hospital.
It loomed at the end of a half-collapsed boulevard. Its facade was cracked, letters of its name long fallen, but the symbol of a faded red cross still clung stubbornly above the shattered doors.
