Chapter 11: Ventilation Nightmares
Author: Lysandra
last update2026-08-29 15:20:33

The ceiling panel buckled with a screech of tortured steel, and the bunker’s emergency lights flickered, casting long, frantic shadows against the concrete. A cascade of grey, emaciated limbs tumbled from the vent, hitting the floor with wet, thudding impacts.

"Back! Get back to the bulkhead!" Wei Xian roared, shoving Sarah toward the secondary blast door.

"It’s not just one, Wei! There’s a whole swarm up there!" Ah Beng screamed, his hands fumbling as he tried to jam a heavy crate against the
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