Corvus Bioweapon

Getting Out

Author's Note:

Yes, finally on chapter 5!

A reference picture of Dr. Zephyre Edevane.
Enjoy~

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Zephyre awoke in darkness.

Disoriented, he slowly pushed himself upright, heart pounding. There was nothing—no sound, no light, no walls. Just an endless, suffocating void.

"Hello?" he called out, voice echoing in every direction. "Is anyone there?"

Silence.

"Help! Somebody—anybody?!" His voice cracked with desperation, and the echo of his own fear came back to mock him.

Then, without warning, he froze—his breath caught in his throat.

Floating a few feet ahead of him was a woman.

She hung motionless in the air, her hair a pale cascade of blonde that drifted as though underwater. Her eyes were pure white—glossy and unseeing—while her mouth hung open in a silent scream. Black and green veins webbed across her pallid skin like a disease blooming beneath the surface.

Was this a dream? A hallucination?

Driven by morbid curiosity, Zephyre reached out and brushed her finger.

Instantly, his mind was assaulted by a torrent of images: a distant, alien planet suspended in the cosmos... towering creatures not of this world... and then, devastation. The planet ruptured from within, its crust splintering, chunks of land and flame hurtling into space.

The visions came fast—overwhelming—until he recoiled with a gasp, trembling, his breath ragged.

He turned and bolted into the void, but the woman pursued him—hovering just behind, her silent presence unrelenting. No matter how fast he ran, she was always there.

He stumbled, crashing to the ground with a grunt. Pain lanced through his side, but he scrambled to his feet—only to find her directly in front of him now. Inches away.

She didn't move.

Didn't blink.

Then, without warning, her hand gripped his arm, ice-cold fingers curling around his skin.

Her lips parted. Her voice was a breath, almost inaudible—yet it cut through him.

"Find me."

Zephyre screamed.

He jolted awake with a strangled cry, eyes wild, chest heaving. Sweat clung to his skin. For a moment, he was frozen—terrified that she might still be there.

But she wasn't.

He was alone now, his surroundings slowly coming into focus: smooth, translucent walls. Sterile lighting. Familiar architecture.

He was inside the Nexus Dwelling's glass enclosure.

Zephyre rose to his feet and began pacing the perimeter of the glass enclosure, searching desperately for an exit. "Help!" he shouted, pounding on the smooth surface—but only his own voice came back to him, distorted by the echo. The enclosure was sealed tight.

Panic began to creep in.

How had he ended up here?

The last thing he remembered was Keiran Hollows—gun raised, pulling the trigger. He could still feel the phantom pain of impact. He'd been shot—he was sure of it. More than once.

Frantically, he checked himself over.

No wounds.

No blood.