Adam swam through the rubble and finally broke through the surface.
He subconsciously inhaled a mouthful of air, only to breathe in dust and dirt. He broke into a coughing fit as he emerged from the mound of rocks and stones.
His body ached in certain places, but other than that he was fine. No grave injuries.
Thankfully, his caution had helped him once again. He'd carved the mechanism into the runic formation that allowed him to destroy the cave and the hill. Although he didn't think he'd have to use it in such a fashion.
As he rose to his feet and straightened his back, two figures simultaneously emerged from the pond of rubble in front of him.
His cold, murderous gaze was locked onto the two ghouls as he spread his senses outward — more accurately to the depths of the broken hill. He knew Genevieve, Michael, and Darren had escaped. But he wanted to know about the rest.
The information relayed back to him through his senses confirmed what he already knew.
