Misty Gengar - 06 - Excerpt of Zach Dominguez
But last night’s encounter proved the opposite. Maybe this cult, as terrifying as it was, was weaker and more disorganized than I thought. When the shelling subsided, the officers called out the order to climb the ridge.  With wild shouts, we followed.

Climbing the ridge, the ground was marked with brush, thatches of dead trees, and rusted hulks of tanks and cars, this afforded us cover for our advancement. Groups of us shot forward in brief sharp dashes.  We then came to a hedge with a gap about twelve feet wide.