[ Carver narrows his eyes but bites off the retort. He knows his goddamn surroundings. He can't say fuck all about the other place, so he needs to buckle down and focus now. Do his goddamn job. And so he breathes out slow, and turns in a slow circle. Taking in the hanging corpses, the buildings half-broken after a decade into the end of the world.
And a red flare, flicking in one of the windows. Not one that his people fired off. ]
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And a red flare, flicking in one of the windows. Not one that his people fired off. ]
That.
[ He jerks his head toward the light. ]