The Last Mission Of The Living (The Last Bastion Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Crumbling shops and multi-storied houses loomed over the hulking wrecks. The architectural style indicated that the buildings were hundreds of years old, maybe even a thousand. At one point, the structures had probably been quite lovely, but the elements and time had taken their toll. Broken windows and crumbling facades stole the last of their elegant beauty. Lindsey glanced down into the dark waters, unnerved that she couldn’t see what lay beneath. Most likely, the riverbed was home to debris, long dead bodies, and submerged vehicles. Hopefully, nothing moved through the water except fish. She didn’t even want to think about Scrags lurking beneath her feet. Floating behind the tip of the tiltrotor wing that was poking out of the water, Lindsey had a firm grip on the edge to maintain her position. The screeching of the Scrags hunting nearby continually sent shivers of fear through her body and sliced through her brain like a razor. She was muddled by the crash, her earlier headache flaring into something akin to a low-grade migraine.
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