Thinking of Storms.
Across the black sea, a large boat, filled with the lives and hopes of a thousand people, sailed solemnly...
Cain looked a bit haggard, staring at the distant horizon. Ever since the battle with the {Ironhide Leeches}, he had forced himself to stay at maximum attention.
Turning a little, he could see a the gaunt shaoes of a few figures covered in white tarp.
'Fuck.'
Cain could only curse. If only he had been attentive, maybe this calamity would have been avoided. They absolutely weren't prepared to brave the Death Zone yet. It had come far too quickly.
Even though he had managed to get must of them out, those that lost their lives had their souls rooted to that one moment. Because of it, they existed only as memories now.
Silence floated across the deck, as the people couldn't decide whether to feel cautious or mournful.
Cain shook his head, 'How bad is it?'
A mental link formed with Hunter.