Blood on the Asphalt biker
"Status!"
"We're dark, Dax," I smiled, a weak, exhausted grin. "The city is a ghost."
"Thank god," Dax breathed. A heavy pause followed. The sound of a motorcycle engine idling in the background echoed through the channel.
"Dax?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat. "What's wrong?"
"The shield is up," Dax said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register. "But the ones that dropped before the door closed... they're trapped inside the dome with us."