Harper
The contamination zone smelled like death had moved in and redecorated.
The transport dropped us two klicks east of the hospital at 0630, along with two other teams who'd drawn the same assignment. Three pairs, three sectors of the building, one extraction window. Get in, collect the biohazard samples from the basement lab, and get out before the Rogue activity peaked at dusk.
I climbed out of the truck and immediately tripped over a tree root. Vane caught my elbow without looking. The man had some kind of internal radar for my spatial failures.
The hospital rose out of the fog like a set piece from a movie nobody wanted to watch. Eight stories, half of them collapsed inward. Vines had eaten through the east wing. The windows that weren't shattered stared out like empty eye sock
