CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Around her, Luna heard the beating of hammers and the quiet hiss of welding torches as the Survivors and the bikers worked together to create everything they might need in the face of the alien threat.
That, it turned out, was a lot of stuff.
Leon and Cub had set up a kind of production lines for weapons, with anything that could hold an edge or shoot an improvised arrow pressed into service. Luna wasn’t sure if she liked that. She wanted the aliens gone, but killing people who were just under their control wouldn’t do any good.
“We could end up killing a lot of innocent people,” Luna said to Bobby, who wandered along at her side as they made their way through the Survivors’ cave complex. She suspected that the others wouldn’t listen to her if she said it to them, thou
