For a moment there was nothing but the sound of their own breathing, the faint drip of water still falling from the ruptured sprinkler pipes, and the distant crackle of electricity still clinging to Joon's gloves. Jin didn't move, and neither did the others. They just stared at the pile of charred corpses, waiting for it to do exactly what they already suspected it would.
Then it twitched. A small, jerking motion, like a muscle spasm running through dead flesh. Then another.
Seul's voice barely rose above a whisper. "It's starting again."
The pile convulsed, bodies snapping upright as bones clicked together, the entire mass caving inward like something unseen was pulling it into shape.
Joon wiped his face with the back of his hand. "I hate this system so much."
