The floor was made of polished white linoleum that reflected the fluorescent lights above.

The air was warm and tasted faintly of bleach.

I walked down the hallway, my wet boots squeaking against the floor.

A sign on the wall to my left read: *Medical Wing – Level B.*

An elevator at the end of the hall sat open, its interior light blinking.

I stepped inside and pressed the button for the lower level.

The elevator descended with a smooth, silent glide.

When the doors opened, the smell of bleach grew stronger.

It was mixed with the metallic scent of copper.

Blood.

I raised my weapon, stepping out into a wide reception area.

A glass desk sat in the center of the room.

Behind it, a computer monitor was active, displaying a security feed of the hallway I had just left.

I moved past the desk toward a heavy double door marked *Restricted Access.*

The lock on the door was electronic, but the keypad was dead.

I pushed the door open with my shoulder.

The room beyond was a large, high-security medical ward.