[Lindianne senses something is deeply wrong as soon as the light falls on the first barrel.]
[It isn’t until her knife cracks the seal, that the light falls on the contents, that the truth comes into stark contrast. She lurches backwards away from the sludge, one hand pressed against her nose and mouth. Her eyes dart just as quickly to the mountain of identical containers. It doesn’t take a genius to realize what this basement is: a graveyard.]
[The thought rises unbidden: which one is Sam? Bile rises in the back of her throat. Her nose stings. Training is the only thing that keeps her from throwing up; it’s a close call even with that factored in.]
[Aaron Keener’s voice echoes in the back of her mind: “You haven’t seen the base savagery people are capable of when their backs are to a wall.”]
[She moves for the door before Rabbit has time to stop her. The wait to breach feels like eternity. Time stretches like tree sap. And the dead remain silent.]
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[It isn’t until her knife cracks the seal, that the light falls on the contents, that the truth comes into stark contrast. She lurches backwards away from the sludge, one hand pressed against her nose and mouth. Her eyes dart just as quickly to the mountain of identical containers. It doesn’t take a genius to realize what this basement is: a graveyard.]
[The thought rises unbidden: which one is Sam? Bile rises in the back of her throat. Her nose stings. Training is the only thing that keeps her from throwing up; it’s a close call even with that factored in.]
[Aaron Keener’s voice echoes in the back of her mind: “You haven’t seen the base savagery people are capable of when their backs are to a wall.”]
[She moves for the door before Rabbit has time to stop her. The wait to breach feels like eternity. Time stretches like tree sap. And the dead remain silent.]