'Curse it…'
Sunny stared at the dark abyss of the canyon, his mind empty. A second passed in stunned silence, then another. Finally, he turned around and looked back, as though capable of gazing through the armored hull of the Rhino.
Which he was, in a way.
There, behind the heavy APC, the other vehicles of the convoy had hit the brakes, barely avoiding slamming into each other. They were crowded on the mountain road, snow dancing in the narrow beams of the headlights.
And behind the convoy, the flood of darkness was rushing forward, stretching its tentacles in their direction.
They had maybe a minute before the mass of dark beetles reached the rear vehicle.
…This time, Sunny was not going to be able to protect it.
