One of Brooke's trailing Purifiers stopped dead in his tracks. Terror pushing him into a panicked state of muscle-lock. His mind whirring over how it was game over, man, game over.

The other Purifier screamed at the top of lungs and ran in the direction Brooke had gone. She was mindlessly spraying bullets in front of her, trying to take out the fear pushing her into a run to destroy everything in front of her.