A few of them gasped as the door opened.
Inside was a lab.
White floors stretched ahead, clean and polished, with overhead lights running in straight lines across the ceiling. Glass rooms stood on both sides, full walls from floor to ceiling.
No one in sight.
Iyisha slowed as they stepped in, her boots echoing against the floor as the smell reached her, sharp and sterile.
Sounds carried through the space.
Faint and uneven.
Cries.
Moans.
Iyisha turned her head, trying to place it as her eyes moved from one glass room to another.
She stepped closer to one and tapped the glass. It didn't move.
Inside, the bed was empty, straps hanging loose at the sides, with trays of tools and medical equipment left arranged nearby.
Iyisha pulled her hand back and looked ahead.
The hallway stretched further in and turned out of sight.
They moved forward, slower now, following the sound.
"Anthony—" a woman beside her called as she ran to a glass room and slammed her hands against it.
