By the time they pulled up at the location Killian had given them, Dan, who had been driving the ambulance the whole way, could only gape. His eyes were glued to the building looming before them, a supposed haven for Anna during the mission and home to a dangerous virus prototype. Yet, it looked more like a relic abandoned in time.
An old apartment complex with peeling paint, shattered windows, and cracks snaking through its walls. Some sections of the roof sagged, like they were hanging by a thread before a total collapse.
Was this really it? Five hours of driving, only to end up in a decrepit building in the middle of a creepy, overgrown wasteland.
"Yo, Killian, you sure this is the spot?" Dan asked, his voice a mix of skepticism and unease, his gaze sweeping over the sad excuse for
