Injured. Separated from the pack. Lost
Instead of trusting his gut, Flint played by the rules he set for his people. It cost him dearly. Now, he finds himself trapped in a dying alien world of eternal darkness with an eldritch horror floating in the sky.
Pain dominates Flint’s every waking moment. His ammunition count is low. Worst of all, he doesn’t have his pack by his side. Murderous Vikings and undead creatures pursue Flint, making respite rare. Only a desolate landscape filled with hostiles lay between him and the only possible way home.
Flint must overcome his injuries if he wants to protect the two pups in his care. He only has a lone inexperienced combatant and a dog from an enemy army by his side. They must rely on one another if they hope to survive let alone get back to land where they’re truly needed.