Page 62 of Psycho Gods

Bedlam.

I’d turned and sprinted, fighting off ungodly as they chased after me as I ran into the dark. It was disorienting.

The building was a maze of overlapping narrow halls. False walls and dead ends.

That was about an hour ago.

In the present, I sprinted around yet another corner, struggling to breathe as frustration made me panicky.

Squelsh. I kicked something wet.

Torches flickered and illuminated the streaks of gore and entrails that covered the corridor.

Had I already run past that severed head? Was I going in circles?

I kept running forward, refusing to look down at the severed body parts strewn over the stone floor like discarded clothes.

The stench was awful.

Gore covered mostly everything in the compound.

Every hidden room.

Corridor.

Crack and crevice.

I struggled to breathe, and ice crackled as it spread out around me and encased the body parts.

“Stay calm, find the rest of the team,” Jinx’s voice echoed fuzzily in my head.

A part of me was convinced I was hallucinating her voice and I just wanted it to be our guardian-angel connection.

I was lost.

Bond sickness made me queasy, but it wasn’t unimaginable pain, which meant the kings still had to be nearby.

I was most likely running in some sort of circle outside the big room where the battle was concentrated. What didn’t make sense was that I should have run around and found the entrance by now.

The only logical explanation was I was going in a circle.

A scream bubbled up my throat.

Stupid corridors.

I ran faster through the dark, stumbling and desperate. Panicky.

If only I could find them.

A bone-chilling bear’s roar echoed louder than before.

Shadows stretched and contorted around me as the silence smothered.

I was losing my mind.

Without sunlight, I couldn’t tell if we’d been fighting for hours or days. The compound housed thousands of people, and the battle felt never-ending. It didn’t help that almost every infected was armed.

I was lost in a sprawling compound filled with trained warriors.

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