“Contact! Bravo—” the LT yelled before being eviscerated by an assailant.
“LT!” one of the senior sergeants said before suffering the same fate.
Tyler was back there, he could taste the sand in the air and smell the fresh blood pouring freely from the men. His eyes were wide and wild, unable to focus on a target, because there were so many, and they moved so fast that he could not follow them.
“I need—” Tyler said. Not now!
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.
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