[Espy]

Dante had kicked up two of the seats in the APC and now was curled up, cat-like as usual, in the space they had previous taken up. It was easy to physically pretend to be asleep, but with this group...everyone knew he was wide awake, even though he had slowed down his breathing. The hell had happened back there...? His finger instinctively tightened around the pocketknife, as if it would provide protection against these inhuman beings.

If there ever had ever been a time when he wished he was completely blind...