The tremors had barely settled when Dom shoved the infirmary doors open, breath sharp, muscles tense from the sprint through hallways that no longer felt like they belonged to this world. Eddie was right behind him, cursing under his breath, one hand still gripping the hilt of his blade out of pure instinct. Alex and Felipe followed, their expressions tight, scanning the room as if expecting something worse than an earthquake to be waiting inside.
The air was heavy, charged with something unnatural. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered erratically, casting long, jagged shadows that didn’t seem to line up with the bodies that made them. The scent of antiseptic still clung to the space, but underneath it was something colder—something that smelled like ice and static, like the raw edge
