Former Army sergeant and current tactical leader of Freetown’s version of a military force, Dean Arner stood in the desert about five miles outside of the settlement watching as the first streaks of daylight broke over the horizon.
Like most humans, he loved seeing a new day. It drove the creatures that had invaded his world underground. His light brown eyes squinted welcome to it in his prematurely seamed face. His still military-short hair, bleached by that beloved sun, stood at buzzed attention as the night crept back, taking its horrors with it.