The young doctor's last shot took the twitcher through the head.
It dropped in front of the bed and twitched on the floor, its fingers scraping uselessly at the tiles. For one second, the corridor held. Soldiers kept their rifles up. Doctors breathed hard. Iyisha lay there strapped down, her body heavy and slow, staring at the dead thing by the floor.
Then something hit the bed from the side.
The whole frame slammed into the wall.
Pain shot through her shoulder and skull. The IV stand crashed over. One of the side rails bent inward. Someone screamed. Someone else shouted for the line to hold. Iyisha's vision blurred, cleared, then shook again when another heavy impact rolled through the floor.
"Back! Back!"
"Tank!"
The word cut through everything.
Tank.
Iyisha's stomach dropped.
