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KANE

The omega's ecstatic sounds split the night, her high-pitched voice cutting through the white noise of the rain. Their screams are high-pitched and desperate, easily mistaken for screams of pain.

But I know better than that.

I perch on the edge of the collapsed overpass, hunched over and silent in the dark rain like one of the stone demons that haunt the ancient temples in our crumbling city. From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy.

But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet.

She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas.

I hate strangers.

I kill Outsiders.

Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare.

But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight.

Crawling slo