Bab 1294: All-Star - Here we fucking go.

And right from the fucking get-go, the moment we started cutting down dregs, a cluster of 50 or so nonhumans started to pour out from places we didn't think deadheads would come from because they came from the vents hanging from the ceiling. I didn't even question it that much because we had a similar experience from Quinn's— or should I say Mauro's generator room but half our crew freaked out when the ones in front with me didn't even bother pulling out their guns.

Because it was me, Tatiana, Quinn, Ibarra, Kuzma, Artem, Katya, and Mikhail at the forefront with our handhelds, just giving each other space for each others' swing radius.