The prisoner
Chapter 26 The laboratory door creaked open. Everyone held their breath. Heavy footsteps echoed through the darkness. Ethan tightened his grip on his pistol, positioning himself in front of Amora. The flashlight beam swept across the doorway. A figure emerged. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Barefoot. His gray prison uniform hung loosely from his thin frame, stained with blood and dust. Deep scars covered his arms, and metal cuffs dangled from one wrist where a chain had recently broken. His face remained hidden beneath tangled dark hair. He stopped just inside the doorway. Breathing heavily. Watching. No one moved. No one dared speak. Sheriff Brooks was the first to whisper. “…Sector Zero.” The man’s head slowly lifted. His eyes met theirs. They weren’t wild. They were frigh
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