Serissa
I watched the elevator doors close, praying they'd be ok. I still couldn't quite believe the level of destruction I'd seen downstairs when I'd found Becca. It looked like a tornado had torn through the office, smashing everything in its trail. The floor had been littered with the splintered wood that had once been desks and shattered glass. The smell of rotting meat was heavy in the air, and now I understood that it was a much bigger problem than I had realized down on the street.
Heaving a sigh, I retreated to Colin's office. Becca was stretched out on a sofa with her head propped on a pillow. Colin had tied a cloth around her head to help stop the bleeding. Ducking into the bathroom, I wet a towel so I could clean the blood off her face. She was pale, but at least she seemed to
