Sector One held.
For now.
The gate shook again behind them, and everyone flinched. Survivors pressed themselves against the walls, some crying into their hands, some staring at the sealed metal like they expected it to split open.
The mother Iyisha had found in Sector Two sat on the floor with her daughter locked against her chest while the young doctor pressed cloth hard against the bite on her shoulder.
Iyisha stood because Malcolm held her there.
Her legs still shook. Sweat ran cold down her neck. The lab coat hung loose around her body, and the sheet under it kept slipping every time she moved. She could feel the counteragent crawling through her blood, fighting the drug in ugly waves.
She turned toward Malcolm and grabbed the front of his shirt.
He looked down at her at once.
She kissed him.
