(Third Person).
Brackham spun toward the main door just as it burst inward. The reinforced steel crumpled like paper.
Next, a blur of pale bodies flooded through, claws raking the air, eyes burning red. The screams of the doctors, nurses and attendants started instantly, echoing through the lab like a rising storm.
Brackham stumbled backwards, his breath catching in his throat. He ducked behind a fallen metal cabinet, trembling as he peered through the crack.
The vampires were everywhere. One vaulted across a counter, another tore through a doctor before he could grab his scalpel. Blood sprayed the white floor, painting it crimson.
The vampire leader—the one they had chained and sedated was already awake, his restraints lying in tatters.
His lips peeled back in a slow, savage smile as he stood, every inch of him reeking of vengeance.
Brackham's heart slammed against his ribs. He didn't wait another second.
