Earlier, he had asked Gray whether it could still grow in size, thinking it might be a tactical advantage.
But from that reaction, it seemed the size boost was only temporary.
Shrugging, he wrapped the scarf around his neck and attempted to tuck Gray underneath it.
Unfortunately, the termite was too noticeable.
Instead, he secured it around his waist, making him look oddly traditional.
By 11:45 PM, he stepped out of the house, a silent promise forming in his mind.
'If I make it out alive, I'll call my family.'
Anxiety gnawed at his chest, but he kept reminding himself, it was all for his siblings.
Timothy walked toward his destination.
Running wasn't an option, for two reasons.
First, the streets were dangerous at night, and if a random bystander saw him sprinting, they might assume something was wrong and panic leading to an unnecessary chain reaction.
Second, his destination was an industrial area with at least four major facilities, meaning a heavy military presence.
