Chapter 57 Patient Zero
- Lily’s drawings led me to the high school at 3 a.m., the moon a sliver of bone in the sky.
- The building loomed like a tombstone, its brick walls stained with decades of rain and graffiti. I slipped through a side door left ajar—*too easy*—and descended into the basement, my flashlight carving shaky circles in the dark.
- The air smelled of bleach and decay.