Warehouse Blood

The chapter's final danger came when everyone was tired enough to believe the day had spent itself. A sound moved through the dark beyond their perimeter, soft as wet cloth dragged over bone. The lesser infected went still. Eli felt the pressure of a higher command sliding along his nerves. The Origin Mind was watching through something nearby, testing the shape of him, tasting the loyalty of the people who stood behind him. He rose. The next step toward the collapse of police, hospitals, and every emergency promise waited past the door, under the street, beyond the wall, or inside the part of himself he feared most. Mara lifted her weapon. Pike cursed under his breath. Lena started recording.