Trey Dickey

The Haze Pt. 1

The horrible screeching of metal-on-metal rang throughout the alleyway like the scream of an angry beast as an old, steel door was pushed open, grinding harshly against a piece of sheet metal beneath it. Nathan slipped out once the gap was wide enough for him to pass through, and he twisted about to shut it back without a second thought. Reaching up, he wiped the condensation away from the lenses of his gas mask as the change in atmosphere set in. Making sure the filter was secure, his head dipped into an affirming nod at himself before pulling his gaze up from the brick wall ahead of him, the six-foot-three figure of Nathan Barnes stalked on, out towards the street.