The drive to the nearest city was a silent one.
When he arrived, he saw countless families being ushered into temporary shelters, still reeling from being forced out of their homes.
'A lot of towns must've been evacuated,' Logan thought, pulling over to the side of the road.
'Airport is a mile from here,' he thought, stepping out of the car. 'Flight leaves in an hour.'
He had to walk the rest on foot since getting caught with no driver's license wasn't worth the risk.
Logan blended in with the civilians moving through the streets. Everywhere around him, he could hear people talk about the disaster that happened at the Willowshade dungeon.
Eventually, the airport's outer gates came into view. A few mercenaries stood around, their gear damaged, seemingly having escaped in time from a nearby dungeon.
As he waited to board his air shuttle, his thoughts went back to the moment he locked eyes with the creature inside the dungeon.
