** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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Millicent launched at Kyle Crowford, the self-proclaimed gentleman she had just seen fall from the hospital roof like an apple, as he held the carriage door open for her.
"You? What do you want to do, please? Turn back into a bird or jump through the carriage wall?" Millicent couldn't help but use an incredulous, almost disparaging tone.
Kaylee frowned at this display of disrespect and could hardly hide her outrage at this way of mocking her alter ego.
"A-And I'm supposed to go in there all by myself...?"
"Just go!" Kaylee snapped, a little harsher than might have been necessary. "We don't have time to argue. Get in the carriage."
The panicky sensation of being on the run was not to Kaylee's taste. She hated feeling like a deer being chased through a forest. Prey... nobody likes being prey. All the time, she felt a strange, unpleasant tingling at the back of her neck. Icy and like thousands of tiny legs of creepy crawlies, it gave her real goosebumps. She looked around uneasily. Every corner and every shadow seemed threatening, and the lightning from the raging storm above made her flinch every time it crossed the sky.
Kaylee tugged at the two handles of the double doors at the back of the ambulance, but to her dismay, they didn't budge and remained closed.
"Damn," the magician hissed and struck the door angrily.
"What is it?" Doctor Archer called from the front.
"It's locked! I can't get the stupid doors open."
At that moment, Millicent suddenly grabbed Kaylee's walking stick.
"Hey! What are you--?" Kaylee started angrily, but Millicent swung and smashed the small glass window of the door. Shards rained down to the ground, shimmering like little diamonds in the storm of lightning and rain, as she stuck her arm inside, unlocked the door, opened it and climbed in.
"Hah," Kaylee couldn't entirely suppress a small, appreciative smirk that briefly played around the corners of her mouth. What a clever young thing!
"Make some space for yourself inside and barricade the broken window with one of the barrels," she instructed the young woman, who nodded hesitantly but obediently.
Kaylee's coat billowed impressively in the wind as she turned on her heel and strode towards the front of the coach, leaping onto the coachman's seat.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky, a rumble of thunder rolled over their heads, and the sound of thousands of raindrops fell like an eerie veil around them all. Kaylee shuddered. There it was again—that unpleasant, nervous tingling at the nape of her neck.
"Hurry up, doctor!" she hissed.
Doctor Archer seized the reins. Not a second too soon – because suddenly something crashed into the carriage so violently that it lurched dangerously under the force.
