Chris's gaze lingered on her for a second longer before shifting to the corpse on the floor, and then to the shattered glass and blood-stained walls that had once been part of a controlled and sterile environment. The isolation wing no longer looked like a place of safety, but a battlefield.
"Secure the area," Chris ordered quietly. "No one leaves this sector until we confirm there is no further mutation."
Soldiers immediately moved into formation, two stepping over the body to guard the corridor while others entered the room to check for additional threats. The medics who had survived stood frozen for a heartbeat too long before snapping back into motion, their faces pale as they began covering the bodies of their fallen colleagues.
