The zipper. It was faint at first, but unmistakable—the slow, deliberate sound of a zipper being undone. Nathan froze. His breath caught in his throat as he quickly switched to the microphone feed. This is it, he thought. Something is happening. His eyes flicked from camera to camera, but still, he couldn’t see what was making the noise.
Then came the familiar sound of clattering. Nathan’s heart raced as he searched the feeds. The noise was growing louder, coming from somewhere in the morgue. Please let there be something on these cameras, Nathan begged himself. His fingers were shaking as he clicked through each camera, desperately hoping for some sign, something to prove he wasn’t just imagining it.