Curtis swore lightly under his breath as he shimmied across the outermost building of Falcon’s Point. He had jumped from more than one aeropoli in his life but only ever over water. The ground was a very long way down.

He could hear the Plagueborn shuffling after him. Even though they weren’t the fastest, they were definitely resilient. Curtis started moving faster as he tried to put more of a distance between him and the infected as the ledge got smaller and smaller with each step.

Suddenly, The Midway Tower fired again, and the pulse of light blinded Curtis for a split second. His weight shifted as he tried to blindly grab a handhold, and he slipped off his narrow ledge. He only fell for a second before his hand clamped onto the railing, nearly wrenching his shoulder out of its socket.

Breathing and cursing heavily, Curtis swung his other hand back up. The sound of the Plagueborn was getting louder. Curtis looked up, just in time to see one appear on the ledge just above.
“Crap” he muttered.