Warped Apple - Undermine 7z

Jensen tried to scream. But his throat was already full of sweetness. The last thing he saw was the orchard—the beautiful, terrible orchard—as his consciousness dissolved into the Undermine , one more rotten fruit on an infinite tree.

Now, Jensen’s boots squelched through the mud of the 7Z agri-dome, the air thick with the smell of overripe fruit and ozone. The dome’s bioluminescent lights flickered erratically, casting long, warped shadows. The apple trees—genetically engineered to feed the sector for a century—stood in crooked rows, their branches heavy with fruit that glistened like polished blood. warped apple undermine 7z

Corporal Jensen stared at the dispatch screen, the words OPERATION: WARPED APPLE glowing a sickly green. Jensen tried to scream