Chapter 47: The Glass Army

The air inside the hospital lab was oppressive, every breath heavy with the scent of chemicals and decay. The blaring alarms only added to the chaos, a stark reminder that their time was running out. Mallory adjusted her grip on the rifle Kaelyn had insisted she carry. It wasn't exactly her weapon of choice—she would've much preferred a bag of chips to distract her nerves—but the stakes were too high to argue.

Scraps whimpered softly at her feet, his small body trembling. She leaned down to ruffle his fur, whispering, "It's going to be okay, buddy. We've got this... probably."

Kaelyn took charge, moving swiftly toward the rows of terminals lining the far wall. "Altair, over here! We need to find a way to shut this operation down before reinforcements show up."