Chapter 57

Chapter Fifty-Seven

On a lot of worlds Connor had been to, the moon gave things a silvery tint. Not this nameless world he found himself on now. Instead, everything had more of an unhealthy golden sheen: the shattered pillars; the scrub brush; the ground he was rushing over. Combined with the jungle’s stink of rot, it made him think of old zombie movies.

Zombies. Why had he thought of those? The strange quiet? The ruins?

His boots crunched on the moss-like growth hiding cracked, ancient stone blocks. The noise killed any hope of stealthy movement.

Instead, he jogged, crouching low, staying a little behind Kalpana.

Behind him, Aubriella did her best to hurry Mosiah forward, her hand on his back. She’d put on a little muscle mass and lost some baby fat, but she was still far too small to actually force the tall man to go where she wanted.

Kalpana reached a meter-high wall segment and took cover behind it.