The monster tore through nearly half of the vampires in minutes. Blood sprayed violently against the reinforced glass, streaking it in thick, uneven patterns that slid downward like rain. Bones cracked. Bodies were crushed.
Screams echoed briefly before cutting off one by one. Strangely, the doctors did not flinch.
Their eyes remained empty, unfocused, as they calmly scribbled notes, adjusting instruments and recording data as if nothing grotesque were happening in front of them.
Dylan stood frozen, his mind splitting under the weight of what he was witnessing. He had two choices, and he knew it.
He could turn around and run right now, risk being hunted down, and survive. Or he could follow Mark Latros deeper into this place and uncover whatever nightmare lay at the core of it.
Before he could force himself to decide, a violent impact shook the glass beside him.
A boy, barely older than Dylan, slammed his fists against the barrier over and over again, eyes wild with terror.
