Nomi's fingers were still wrapped around mine when I finally forced my head up.
"How many of us are left?" I asked hoarsely.
She blinked at me, slow and tired, as if she had to count them one by one in her mind.
"I think Six or Seven," she whispered.
A chill slid down my spine. My breath hitched.
"Oh my God."
I lurched upright off the bench so fast that Nomi startled, grabbing the edge of the seat for balance.
"Vincent?"
But I wasn't listening. My mind was spinning, gears catching and grinding.
Seven.
Only seven of us left.
I bolted out of the locker room, Nomi trailing behind me, calling my name.
When I burst into the main chamber, the others were scattered around the room… some perched on crates, some leaning against walls, hollow-eyed and silent. The overhead lights buzzed weakly.
