Meanwhile, the swamp village, what Angelo and his men now called Haven‑28, had been eerily quiet after the Global Event. The fog had thickened over the settlement, protecting them from outside interference, but it didn't matter right now…
Angelo stood at the edge of their makeshift graveyard, staring at the rows of markers jutting from the mud.
Seventeen of his people had fallen during the seven‑day ordeal. The fog that cloaked their settlement had not been enough to protect them from the unending sweeps of Drones, Hunters, Swarmers, Hounds, and Dominion units.
The graves were simple.
Wooden planks carved from scavenged debris marked some with names, while others were left blank because no one could remember them.
In the chaos of battle, identities had been lost. Angelo sighed as he counted them again…
Seventeen.
A huge chunk of their strength was gone.
During the event, the swamp had slowed the Hounds since their mechanical limbs struggled in the waste.
