We never made it to Blackridge.
Five miles from the city limits, the road exploded. Not with conventional explosives. With quantum disruption that tore reality apart. The vehicle flipped. Glass shattered. Metal screamed.
I felt my body break. Ribs cracking. Arm snapping. Blood filling my lungs. But something else happened too—something wrong. The breaks healed instantly. Bones fusing back together with tissue that wasn't quite human anymore. Blood that glowed faintly with quantum energy.
"Eva!" Albert was trapped under twisted metal. Bleeding from head wound. Grace was screaming in the backseat. Subject Seven was unconscious. Or dead. Hard to tell.
Figures emerged from the tree line. Not federal agents. Not military. Something else. People wearing tactical gear marked with symbol I did
