Rachel hid fearfully behind Zion, not daring to look.

Steve was the first to enter. He limped slowly. I felt like he was trembling. It was unclear if this trembling stemmed from fear or excitement.

“Stephie…” His voice was hoarse and unpleasant. The ruined tone felt suffocating.

“Evelyn?” Zion echoed.

He farrowed his brow as he activated his phone’s flashlight.

There was a dull thud. The woman standing before us ...