#Chapter 114: Interceptions

I wasn’t supposed to be in that wing. I had gone looking for more blankets after hearing from one of the interns that the outer bunks were short, and I took a wrong turn in the lower levels. The halls here were colder, narrower, the hum of the ventilation louder. The air smelled faintly of metal and dust, like this section hadn’t been used in years. My footsteps echoed too loudly, each one a reminder that I shouldn’t be here. At the end of the corridor, a door stood ajar. A faint glow of screens spilled into the hall. Against my better judgment, I pushed it open. Inside was a dim security office, screens stacked along the walls, wires trailing like veins. Most showed static or empty corridors. One screen flickered, the angle off-center, and I stepped closer. My stomach lurched when the shapes resolved into two bodies. Jenny’s hair was unmistakable, spilling down her back as she straddled Adam on a crate. Her skirt was bunched around her hips, his shirt half-open, his hands clampe