“Do you…see that?”
“I can’t see shit.”
Though he wanted to throw up, Ryan held up his phone, casting green light over the figure. He was right. Oh God, he was so completely right. This was definitely something he did not want to see.
Flesh hung off the man’s jaw and nose in shreds, and his lips were a wreck of tissue and blood. One eye was swollen shut, the other missing entirely, leaving nothing but a giant, gaping hole.
“I see the door,” Johnny said. “Oh, wait, look.”
“What?” It was more of a grunt than a word.
“There’s a panel. Hold the phone right there. Don’t move.”
“Uh…’kay.”
The man’s skin looked gray in the reflected light, and he didn’t move. Didn’t flinch away from the light. Didn’t turn his head or breathe or give Ryan a chance to catch his breath. But Ryan didn’t lower his arm. He kept his hand steady as Johnny pulled the panel open, revealing a red emergency phone. Great, great, now get us the fuck out of here before I start screaming and never stop.