The night air hit Reynold's face like a slap when they stumbled out of the metal doorway, coughing and gasping. They didn't stop. They couldn't.
Jeric was half-dragging himself beside him, one hand still clutching the battered flashlight, the beam jittering across the cracked concrete of the alley. Behind them, the facility loomed like a dying beast, emergency sirens wailing low and broken.
"Where the hell are we?" Jeric panted, his eyes darting around wildly.
Reynold scanned the surroundings with sharp, quick glances. Faded signs. Rusted fences. The whole place looked abandoned. Industrial district maybe. No cameras. No witnesses. Perfect for whatever twisted project they'd just been trapped inside.
"This way," Reynold said, grabbing Jeric by the jacket and pulling him down the alley, deeper into the maze of crumbling buildings.
