Before she could finish her sentence, the heavy iron hatch at the top of the concrete stairs slammed shut with a resounding, deafening CLANG.
The lights in the bunker instantly died, plunging them into absolute darkness, save for the eerie, green glow of the terminal screen.
From the top of the stairs, the heavy electronic click of an external deadbolt echoing through the concrete walls. Then, the sound of a ventilation fan grinding to a halt.
And from the shadows behind the incubation vats, a low, wet, scraping sound began to echo—something heavy, slithering out from a drainage pipe that led deeper into the city’s forgotten bowels.
Tomás raised his flashlight, the beam cutting through the dark, only to illuminate a pair of pale, elongated fingers gripping the edge of the shattered glass vat.
What did the system leave behind in the dark? Can Tomás break out of the bunker before the fourteen-minute timer hits zero, or will Dr. Velázquez unknowingly unleash a nightmare on the operating table? Find out in Part 3!
