“Adrian, they’re coming from the east corridor....fast!”
The warning hit me through the comm, and my heart jumped, the sound of my own pulse competing with the roar of alarms and the clatter of boots on metal. Luna was right beside me, gripping my arm, eyes wide, fire and fear blazing in equal measure. The corridor ahead of us narrowed, lit by broken emergency lights that flickered red and green like a twisted Christmas display. It looked surreal, almost festive if not for the fact that the next few minutes could end with us both dead.
I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. “We move together. Every step. Eyes open. Breath steady.”
She nodded, jaw tight, fingers gripping mine like a lifeline. Her presence grounded me...made the chaos manageable. It also made me realize, with a cold clarity,
