Literature

It was eerily silent in the Morpheus facility, now that most everyone had fled. Greeted the light that spilled into the entryway when the great doors had finally opened. A few still remained. Little scavengers that wanted to pick over those that hadn’t been so lucky as to make it out alive, either trampled by their fellows in their frantic attempts to flee or purposefully slain by those that they had once been forced to share a space with. Something...about the entrance prickled at the back...