Chapter 12

The broad daybreak was swaddled with murky mists, sanctioning the preceding pallid and apparent fogs, denoting that the day was overridden by the twilight epoch.

Then, without us batting an eyelash, the gust was howling as the downpour drizzled beneath and spattered on the frigid surface. The rumbling cacophony of the thunder was ubiquitous and from the opaque and drab clouds, rods of lightning scourged here and there, illuminating the sky for a second before withering.

The moisture of the rain was quite hefty that I got a sickening feeling that the raindrops were coining with rage on the roof and might break through any given seconds.

However, every door of the hospital opened like a thunderclap and the folks strode outside, inquisitive on what's going on.

I'm having a bad premonition about this.

"Xiomara! An Eleanor is here! Run! Everybody, run!"

"Lieutenant, do as what