After an hour of constant running, the team's speed started to decline. Elena was gasping for breath, her lungs burning from the exertion and tension. Behind them, the metallic noises of the D-1000 units were getting louder.
"Where the fck are those damn monsters when we need them?!" Luke gritted his teeth, glancing over his shoulder into the grey gloom as if he were waiting for a miracle to happen. Ironically, the very Fog Seekers that had haunted their every step were now the only thing that could have provided a distraction.
"We killed them all," John briefly summed up the situation in four words. There was no irony in his voice, only the cold reality of their success that seemed to backfire at them right now. "Keep moving forward. The cliff is the only place we can escape them."
