The sound of rumbling intensified, the earth beginning to shake.
A sea of crimson eyes loomed closer, trampling forth with savage efficiency.
Seth let out a dense misty breath as he calmed his heart.
Since the apocalypse began, this was the first time he willingly put himself in danger.
Him being here wasn't a result of poor luck, unfortunate chances, or bad timing.
A shadow of expectation flashed behind his gaze, his heart thumping harder — not driven by fear but by a building excitement Seth couldn't cull.
"Sigh, this will get me killed." But the wide, unrestrained grin pasted on his face told a different story.
Seth wasn't just here because he wanted to be strong.
That was an outcome. Seth wasn't the type to feel fulfilled by attaining an outcome.
No — he mostly enjoyed the blood-pumping, gritty process.
