Chapter 59: A Life for a Life (3)
The megaphones screech so loudly my teeth ache. Then, suddenly, silence.
It’s worse than the sound.
Then comes the screaming.
Soldiers surge past me in a tide of panic and determination. Camouflage uniforms drenched in blood, red and blue alike. Their rifles are the size of their torsos, some still steaming. I see the badge on their chests: black, red, and gold. My country. Germany.
But some of them bear other stains. Drips of green blood.
The High-Blooded.
Those who have injected the monsters’ blood. Their veins burn with alien strength. Devil Hunters, some call them. Monsters fighting monsters. Names shift with every district, every slang.
They run in disciplined lines, past me, past the corpses littering the grass.
I stand frozen.
My legs refuse to move.
Someone slams into me, an assistant from my team, and I topple to the ground. He doesn’t even look back, just keeps running with the herd.