Dust and salty grime crusted everything. Boot prints in the dirty carpets showed a lot of people had been walking around up here. She strained for any sound of babies crying. The fear that her son might have already been eaten nearly choked her every time she dared think it. In Else’s experience evols did not make noise. They did not breathe, engage in small talk, or move around unnecessarily. Like ambush predators they would stand, still and silent, waiting for something to get their attention, and then they would strike. Growing rage soon threatened to overwhelm her caution as she tried every door handle and slammed doors on empty rooms. Marching down the silent corridor, wanting to shout and scream and demand the crew come out and face her. Behind the door labeled as “Boardroom” she found a group of evols all wearing faded blue uniforms. They stood like abandoned dolls in the dark until the door opened, then a dozen heads turned in her direction. “It is forbidden,” said the nearest dead man.
