Chapter 39: The Thing
Neo moved carefully, his eyes sweeping over the bloodied facility.
Broken glass crunched beneath his boots, and he saw evidence of people being thrown out of the large windows.
Thick, viscous liquid coated the floor, pooling around the corpses.
Some bodies were slumped against terminals, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. Others had been eviscerated, their torsos split open.
A warning alarm must have gone off earlier, but now all that remained was silence.
CLICK!
Neo crouched and picked up one of the darts lodged in the sole of his boot.
The needle bent unnaturally, as if it hit reinforced metal instead of flesh.
He examined the others scattered across the floor. Some were snapped clean in half, while others had traces of a dark, almost oil-like substance clinging to the tips.
It wasn’t blood. At least, not human blood, judging from the color and texture.
His mind raced through possibilities.