The group rode forward cautiously, until they were in the middle of both watchtowers, weapons drawn and waiting with bated breath for an attack from any direction.
The sense of unease kept building in Ren's chest. From here on out, he was operating under the assumption that he was late, and the Red Plague had already happened. But why was it quiet everywhere? The red zombies were anything but quiet.
After more than a minute of watching and waiting with weapons drawn, their heads roving watchfully, there was still no attack.
"Well, that was anticlimactic." Thorn chuckled. "I think this place is well and truly deserted."
Ren said nothing, taking in the watchtowers as everyone sheathed their weapons. Why would the border outpost be deserted? "Thorn?"
Thorn smirked, glancing at Elias. "I guess it's our time to shine."
