The low hum of the holographic display was kelechi’s constant companion, a familiar rhythm in the tense silence. The air
The corridor they entered was a stark contrast to the cafeteria’s relative warmth. It was narrower, lined with reinforced doors,
The man, still wiping his chest with the small towel, offered a wry smile, his eyes glinting with a mixture
The lady’s features were revealed, with a sharp deliberate turn. Her intelligent eyes, though tired, held a piercing intensity. A
The highway became a blur of motion, the world outside the car windows reduced to streaks of light and shadow.
The darkness was their only ally, a thick, oppressive blanket that swallowed the sounds of their hurried footsteps but also
The heavy steel door to the vault swung inward with a low groan, revealing not a cavern of gold, but
The bells went off again, with a voice on the speakers telling patients to go back to their “quarters”. I