Then, to his growing horror, the other two figures did the same. They reached for boxes of PPE kits, stacking them methodically, moving with purpose. The sight sent a shockwave through Nathan’s brain.
Nathan’s fear morphed into confusion. What he was watching no longer made any sense. The figures weren’t haunting the morgue; they were acting as if they had a goal—an intention. They were gathering tools, preparing to leave. Nathan felt an urgent need to stop them, but he had no idea how.