It was mid-day and the first time that Emma had woken and left the room before her sister. Kaylee rolled to her side and groaned at she sat up. Her head was throbbing, a dull pulse of a headache behind her eyes that evidenced her poor nights sleep. They’re leaving soon, you’ll forget. They’re leaving soon. He’s leaving soon. But instead of bolstering her mood, her attempt at reassurance had exactly the opposite effect. The halls were still, not even Quinton could be seen roaming around. But a scraping sound, metal on metal, echoed up from the first floor. Kaylee couldn’t place it and a shiver of unease spread through her, making even the tips of her fingers tingle. The odd, out-of-place noise reminded her of the infected in the apartments of the high rise, of bloodied fingernails scratching and scraping.
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