Then the ground shook.
Jude grabbed her hand. "We've been found."
They sealed the chamber and fled through the back tunnels. Above them, the sound of footsteps multiplied, boots and claws alike, echoing in unnatural rhythm. Whoever was coming wasn't human. Not anymore.
They emerged in the Old Grid, a labyrinth of twisted metal and broken rails. Alis led the way, cutting a path through debris while Jude watched their backs. Shapes moved behind them, shadowy figures with too many limbs and too little humanity. They didn't attack immediately. They waited, stalked, herded. He had seen this tactic before. They were being pushed somewhere.
Alis realized it too late.
The tunnel ahead collapsed in fire and dust, forcing them to stop. Behind them, the figures closed in.
"We fight," Jude said.
"We'll die," she snapped.
"Then we'll die together."
