It had been hours. Maybe a day. Time blurred together when you were waiting for the next death.

The last one still lingered in the air—that final, ragged breath, Kai's voice cracking as he called out Sara's name, the dull thud as Joe hit the floor. The others had scattered after that. Some to corners, some to the kitchen, some simply to stare at nothing.

The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and someone's quiet, shaky breathing.