Chapter 7 - The Medical Wing
"There has to be a cure," I said frantically, pulling Elias up by his tactical vest.
"My father was a paranoid survivalist, he would never build a cage without creating an antidote."
Cole helped me support my brother's weight as we dragged him down the purple-lit corridor.
"The medical logs showed a secure vault inside the primary infirmary," Cole grunted.
"It requires dual biometric scans to open."
Navigating the bunker had suddenly become a terrifying ordeal.
My father had designed the house to actively fight against intruders during a quarantine event.
Hidden automated turrets tracked our movements from the ceiling corners.
We had to carefully dodge motion-sensor laser grids that had deployed across the main hallway.
Every step felt like walking through a minefield built by a madman.
We finally reached the heavy doors of the primary infirmary.
I pressed my hand against the glass scanner, and the biometric system chimed in approval.
"I need your hand too, Elias," I urged, lifting my brother's trembling arm to the second scanner.
The light flashed green, and the heavy steel door clicked open.
We rushed inside and laid Elias on the nearest examination table.
I ran to the secure pharmaceutical vault at the back of the room.
The steel door of the vault was already wide open.
My heart plummeted into my stomach as I stared at the interior shelves.
Hundreds of glass vials lay smashed on the floor, the precious blue liquid rapidly evaporating into the air.
Every single dose of the antidote had been intentionally destroyed.
I fell to my knees among the broken glass, a sob of pure despair escaping my throat.
"Someone was just here," Cole whispered sharply, drawing his pistol.
I looked up at the pristine white wall beside the destroyed vault.
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A fresh, bloody handprint was smeared across the paint.
And underneath the handprint, written in blood, were the words: "I missed you, Maya."
