There was a briefcase stuffed to the brim with some colorful, rectangular papers. But it's not about the trash I wanted, only to container filled with vials of seed. Preserved, no contaminated products, just ready to plant them and revive the green in the world. Well, maybe not at the surface, but in the interiors of shelters for sure. And, besides that little age trinkets that can be easily opchnąć behind a thick dough. Word: booty-class. Samuel suspected that these people from the wreckage as it wanted to buy a place in the shelter of type A, intended for the most important and the richest. The problem is that usually in such situations must necessarily be something spierniczyć. Unfortunately, this was no exception. He barely pulled out a container of seeds when the current silence broken only by themselves pierced zastygające blood in his veins, angry snarl. While they were busy with the investigation to each other, something like a collision of overgrown wolf and the bear decided to pay them an unexpected visit. Given, moreover, quite unpleasant intentions against the Hunters. As soon as Samuel turned toward the startled animal - gave up at him. Consciously hid in what he had in his hands, so no big fangs sank in his body, only in the container. Vials with seeds burst with a crash, and sharp pieces of glass fell into the monster's mouth, injuring him painfully. It only enraged, but Mikel, still holding Stalk in my hands, used it. The animal fell unconscious, having practically shattered skull. But I lived and breathed what was even more frightening. Not only that, a moment later heard the hunters move in the depths of the tunnel. This could only mean one thing - more wolves. They had no exit - had to flee, abandoning a large part of the spoils. Folded as soon as they could, taking only a flashlight and things that can quickly move to the pocket. I often looked back.
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