The temporary outpost's heavy door opened with a harsh metallic groan.
Cold air rushed in from outside, carrying the wet scent of concrete, distant seawater and old blood. Nikolai stepped out first, adjusting the collar of his jacket while the others moved behind him.
'Damn it's cold... I guess Winter is just around the corner.'
Ten minutes passed faster than expected.
The wounded had received the serum, those who could still stand had been reassigned, and the small patrols near the lower access road were recalled. It was a simple order, but the sight of those hounds dragging themselves back with pale faces and ashamed expressions remained in the back of his mind.
'I should learn more about them and what makes them tick...'
Though they seemed relieved, there was something else lingering in the eyes that peered at him as they passed each other.
But most appeared relieved.
'How bad was it down there?'
