Unfortunately for Kael, the Red Player tag was still active; he still needed a few more minutes for it to disappear. And from the looks of things, when Kael peeked from beyond the crumbled station, he couldn't recognize any of those people coming toward him. They only had one thing in common: a wrapped bandana around their arms.
It wasn't even a clean piece of cloth. It looked like someone had torn strips off old shirts and wrapped them tight enough to make their arms look bruised. A cheap uniform. A loud one. The kind of thing people wore when they wanted the world to know they belonged to something, and more importantly, that they weren't alone.
"Probably snakes," Kael muttered as he squinted his eyes.
The words left his mouth like a curse, and the second he said them, his body tensed as if his muscles had already decided they were about to sprint.
