The engineer fumbled his way past forgotten suitcases, the terrifying weight of the Presence at his heels. Corpses littered the halls; one man's hand was still clenched around the handle of his luggage, his last moments stranded on the need to flee. Once home to the affluent, the Tower apartments were now a graveyard.
A door slouched half-open, the magnetic seal offline. Around the cusp of the door, candles still burned, and the engineer followed the unsettling invitation instinctively. The push of the Presence caused him to stagger, lose his footing. His hand reached for the wall but slipped off. A pass with his flash light revealed symbols everywhere, in every possible medium, most of it dark, black blood.
Swearing, the engineer pulled at the broken door, managing to close it a few inches but little else. Still feeling no less than chased, he retreated further into the apartment, wiping his gloved hand uselessly on his kevlar pants.
His head snapped up. There she was, atop a dresser, crouched like a housecat keen on the sight of a lost mouse. Blood poured from her eyes, dripping down to her mouth and nose. The lights in her skull flickered, then illuminated to full. The room was bathed in orange. The symbols glowed. Isaac called out in spite of himself, and staggered backwards over an end table, hands reaching out for something, anything.
"Make us Whole!"
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An entry in the #Unitology