Replaced by His First Love
His left hand seized the severed section of the elk's artery he had hacked off earlier, thick with coagulated black blood.
"Papa," Leo whispered into his collar-mic. His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow wheezes. "Are the old power lines under the pumps still connected to the city grid?"
"Affirmative," Kael's voice hummed in his ear. "Voltage is dormant, however. I require a manual circuit connection to route the dome's defense frequency into that sector."
"I'll make the connection."
Leo pushed himself up, dragging the bloody artery behind him. He limped backward into the shadows of the rusted gas station, squeezing the torn tissue. A thick, glistening trail of black gore painted the fro