He wore a patched hazmat suit, his visor fogging with each nervous breath. The only light came from his helmet lamp and the eerie glow of the fungal blooms. He navigated aisles of dead racks, the silence broken only by the drip of stagnant water and the distant, rhythmic scratch of something large moving in the darkness.
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From the flooded stairwells, they came. Dozens. Hundreds. Their moans layered into a low, thunderous chorus. Kaelen ran, clutching the Faraday cage to his chest like a holy relic. He wore a patched hazmat suit, his visor