The Hungry
“Scratch refused to let them take the elevator in case they bumped into any armed guards. They ran the stairs. It took them nearly five minutes to reach that floor, their shoes and boots and panting echoing loudly all through the giant staircase. Whenever they peeked out into the building, the corridors were empty. They were moving too fast to discuss what was going on, although the two civilians kept exchanging worried looks. They didn't run into any other of the denizens of the base. Good news and bad news."Here it is," said Sheppard. He arrived at the doorway and bent over, retching and out of breath. Sheppard tried to stay away from the others, aware that he reeked of bodily waste. Darla's blood and brain matter was beginning to dry on his skin. He could only guess what kinds of pathogens might be entering his bloodstream. He could be as good as dead already if contaminated. He might even be forced to try one of the untested serums. But Sheppard couldn't discuss his fears. The othe...rs would just shoot him in the head and be done with it."Okay, Doc," said the biker.MoreLess
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