Get On My Car If You Want to Live-Vera, Probably

Ember

I kept my knife ready, heart hammering, as Dmitri followed closely behind, rifle clutched tightly in his hands. Each room we passed was sealed, doors locked with keypads or reinforced steel. The smell of chemicals and sterility was oppressive, and my gut twisted with anticipation. Lyra had to be here. She had to.

We hit the first door. I punched the keypad with my fist, it sparked as I shove