Chapter 37

The lights blinked as dust fell from the ceiling and cables shook, probably a result of something heavy falling on the roof.

Dom blinked a couple of times to bring his eyes to focus. He could feel surges of adrenaline that he hadn’t felt in a few days. His body was repairing itself and pushing him into the fight-or-flight response. Something was different, there were noises in the usually silent room, where only Y’s mockery used to be heard whenever Dom became even the slightest conscious.

This time, though it felt like he was alone and there seemed to be a battle of sorts going on outside. ‘Had the final war already begun?’, Dom thought to himself and tried to pick his battered body from the bloody steel operation table on which he had been lying for who knows how long.

As soon as his bare feet touched the cold floor and tried to carry his body’s weight, the first thing he heard was a screech. A maddening screech that he knew too well and wanted to never have hear