5
Nena lowered her gun and dropped onto her knees, her eyes fixed on the spot where the creature last stood.
Jack knelt beside her and grasped her shoulders as he leaned forward to catch her attention. “Nena?” He gave her a shake. “Nena, can you hear me?”
She turned her tear-filled eyes to him and shook her head. “Why. . .why didn’t it leave like Matt? Why did it die that way?”
He sighed. “It wasn’t a Corrupted.”
She searched his face. “Then what was it? What the hell was that thing?”
“They’re called Feathers. They’re a-well, a part of something else,” he told her.
She grasped his arm and leaned closer to him. “A part of what, Jack?”
“We should leave soon,” Pete spoke up as he tilted his head to one side. “I hear police sirens in the distance. No doubt someone has alert
