"It's… happening."
Adam glanced back at the translucent Dome. Even from afar, the sound of their screams caused him to tremble. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. The memory of Grace burning in front of him resurfaced—her brief scream.
He shook his head quickly.
When he opened his eyes, he straightened his posture and let himself hear the pained screams whispering from the distance. The vast glade and rolling hills amplified every cry, every last breath.
He didn't look away, even deepening his breath.
Chris noticed Adam's expression. The lieutenant straightened his own posture, paying respects to the dead.
The soldiers behind him did the same.
Usually, by this time, they'd be preparing to pack up. Getting the cleanup unit ready. Moving on to the next crisis. But not this time. This time, they all stood in silence, following Adam's lead.
