Horror Nights
The thousands who had flooded into the hospital were gone, leaving behind only their clothes and a faint scent of ozone.
Deep beneath the hospital, in the silent, dark caverns of the aquifer, Aris Thorne stood with thousands of others. He no longer felt the need to breathe. He only felt the heavy, comforting weight of the water in his lungs, and the silent, silver pulse of the hive. They had reached the deep places. They were finally home.
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