Part 24
Now the question was whether he should move back to where he had cover. From there he and Graves could probably defend against the onslaught that would come when they made themselves known. He started crawling back to cover. The light above him sparked again, showering him in sparks. One of the hot embers hit him on the exposed bit of his skin on the back of his neck, and he swatted it away. A yelp of pain willed itself into his throat, but he didn't let it escape. That would have been a problem. A series of shots rang out from where Graves was hunkered, and snarls and roars sounded behind him. 'Fuck.' He rolled over, a string of curses pouring from his mouth as he brought the Breaker to bear. Already the troop of fungal beasts - for what else could they be - were sprinting toward him at full tilt. He started firing in bursts, unleashing spouts of fiery death from the barrel of his rifle. A few rounds here meant a small...