A bloodcurdling scream tore from Joy as a figure in a white coat peeled something from her face in one complete piece.
Joy's bound body convulsed violently a few times, then fell still.
The figure in the white coat held up the thing that had belonged to Joy as if it were a priceless treasure, their face a mask of fanatical glee.
Zoe Sawyer's lips were pressed into a thin, white line. Her eyes were fixed on the dissection table. She couldn't make out what the person in the white coat was saying; a sharp ringing just filled her ears.
Her vision was filled with the blood pouring from Joy's body. It seemed to have a mind of its own, creeping slowly toward Zoe.
Slowly, slowly, it soaked through the soles of her shoes and crawled up her ankles.
Zoe couldn't help but try to take a step back, but she couldn't summon any strength.
"Zoe!"
Heath Hale rushed to Zoe's side, clapping a hand over her eyes while wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her back.
