Kira's POV
My hands are bleeding from the rough metal edges of the shaft, but I can't stop crawling. Behind me, Damon's breathing sounds like he's drowning in his own blood.
"Keep moving," I whisper back to him. "I can smell rain. We're almost there."
"I know," he grunts, but his voice is getting weaker.
The shaft is so damn narrow that my shoulders scrape against the sides with every movement forward. Sarah's ahead of me, her nurse training showing as she moves efficiently through the tight space. Derek's right behind her, but something's wrong with him.
"Must maintain forward progress," Derek says in that robotic voice. "Distance to exit point: forty-seven meters."
"Derek, knock it off," I hiss. "Stay with us."
He blinks hard, and when he speaks again, he sounds normal. "Sorry. It
