"I just heard the cry of someone," Jude whispered in a low, urgent voice to Robert and Williams; wide-eyed and full of concern, as the faint sound seemed to reverberate deep within his chest.
"Let's trace the cry," Williams suggested his voice barely above a whisper. His words hung in the air like a fragile thread as the trio nodded as one, their hearts pounding in anticipation.
They moved with sluggish deliberateness, their tracing of the faint sound through the deserted warehouse; their footsteps echoed off the walls only sound that broke the oppressive silence.
The cry grew louder, more desperate, leading them upstairs to the uncompleted second-story labyrinth of exposed beams and dusty concrete that seemed to stretch on forever.
They ascended to the top, just about bouncily, soft-h
