Chapter 636
- Patrolling was maybe a strong word, but they were marching around nonetheless, coming in and out of tunnels with determination. Probably patrolling, and hunting, like the first group of Cainites they'd run into, the ones who'd set the ambush.
- Someone jammed dry ice down David's throat, and it boiled inside his guts. Fuck. Double fuck.
- "I could... go down there."