Lieutenant Prince stood a few meters from the bunker's entrance, rigidly. The cold predawn light etched sharp lines across his face as he fixed his gaze on something in the distance where the creature's shrieks had erupted from.
Amidst the terror hanging in the air, Leon's attention snagged on the half-eaten nutrient bar still clutched in the lieutenant's arm when his vision finally cleared.
His tongue darted out and wet his cracked lips. Transfixed, he watched as the arm holding the bar shifted slightly, the wrapper crinkling.
As suddenly as the chaos had come, the heavy flapping and roaring vanished, leaving a ringing silence that felt more threatening than the noise.
Prince turned his head and locked eyes with Leon in the dim light. He extended the bar held between his fingers. "Come for it," he said in a low voice. "You look like hunger."
