Zara watched the landscape pass as the truck sped through the wreckage of the base. No one had been allowed to go back for personal effects or supplies. The only things they carried were the clothes on their backs, whatever weapons they had managed to grab, and the memories of the horrors they had faced.
Her mind kept circling back to their research—the weeks, no, months of work they had done studying the mist, the orb, the creatures. Was it all gone? Destroyed in the attack? Had anyone managed to save their findings, or would they have to start from scratch?
Sector 2.
Zara's fingers tightened around the hem of her sleeve. Had the research been backed up there? If so, that was their only chance of salvaging anything. But another thought gnawed at her.
The mist that had settled in the dome above their previous base—the only thing keeping them from turning into those… things outside—had it formed over Sector 2 as well? If not, how had it remained safe?
