The deeper they walked into the Zenith bunker, the colder the air became. The suffocating, geothermal heat of the Dead Zone was entirely stripped away by the facility’s industrial climate control, replaced by a biting, sterile chill that felt like the inside of a morgue.Baraka kept his left arm wrapped securely around Eliana’s waist, supporting her weight as she hobbled on her splinted ankle. His right hand remained free, his fingers twitching slightly as the clean calories from the military rations burned through his system, keeping his muscles primed and his senses razor-sharp. The emergency fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long, jumping shadows against the concrete walls.They passed several sealed doors, their frosted glass windows too thick to peer through, bearing clinical, detached labels: Subject Intake, Decontamination, Aerosol Dispersal Lab.With every label Eliana read, her face grew paler. The organization she had dedicated her life to, believing they were t
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