Zima-12 was in shambles.
Scientists who could flee had already done so. Those who could not were forced to hide behind whatever barriers they could find. Julius was among the latter, trapped inside the restricted access zone with Yuliya.
Julius took a cautious look through the shattered glass.
The corridors were littered with bodies.
Guards lay where they had fallen. Scientists were sprawled among overturned equipment. Glassheart experiments that had failed to transform were scattered all over.
The flickering emergency lights washed everything in red, making it difficult to tell if it was blood or not.
"D-Dimitri… Why is this happening…?"
"Shh." Julius raised a finger to his lips as he peered out through the shattered glass.
Then, he glanced back at Yuliya. Her hair and clothes were disheveled, panic evident across her face. It was only natural. Just that morning, Zima-12 had been no different from any other workday.
