Reborn before the apocalypse
He stood in the doorway, staring at me with an expression I couldn't understand, a mix of love and terrible resignation.
“There’s one more thing you need to know,” he said, his voice almost inaudible over the alarms. “About your name.”
I swallowed.
“What?”
He raised his hand towards me. For a moment, his fingers trembled violently, fighting the black veins.
Then the blackness spread, consumed his palm, and began to crawl up his arm toward his face.
“The woman in Level Zero isn't the only thing that survived the first world, Lena.”
The wall behind him began to crack, splitting from floor to ceiling with a deafening roar.