Theo's gut had been screaming since they breached the main chamber. The silence wasn't just eerie—it was hostile, a collective glare from thousands of undead eyes, bristling at their intrusion.
The air thrummed with menace, the fleshy walls pulsing like a living trap ready to snap shut.
"Ariella?" he called, voice tight."I'm trying to bait the monster with the drone," she replied, her tone clipped as the hum of its rotors echoed faintly.
"No anomalies yet. Whatever hit Zara's hiding—and without heat signatures, even this feed's blind."
"Inject the enhanced serum," Theo said, decisive. "No chances."
The chamber pulsed with dread, a living nightmare fueled by the larva's grotesque birthing.
Theo's serum injection kicked in, a fire igniting in his veins—enhanced reflexes, sharper senses. He needed every edge.
