Breedbus

“Where to?” Kaelen asked.

Thorne raised his dart pistol. Vess didn’t flinch. She simply raised her mismatched arm, and from her palm extended a bone-spur slick with black venom. breedbus

The destination sign flickered. Changed. “Where to

The effect was instantaneous. A wave of white noise screamed from her skull. The Breedbus’s lights exploded. Vess staggered, clutching her head as the four consciousnesses inside her began to war with each other. The yellow eye went wild. The blue eye wept. ” Thorne said

Kaelen looked at Thorne. “Now what?”

“You’re a rare thing,” Thorne said, not looking up from his datapad. “Post-Ghoul, pre-Fade. Clean telomeres. A ghost in the genetic graveyard.”