For a moment she almost wanted to bring life back to the freakish canine in the corner. Almost. Instead she stood, in one jaggedly anxious motion and moved uneasily toward the back wall.
"He's not dead." Eve murmured.
Her eyes now studied the man standing at the doorway - the only exit of the room. She doubted the stranger was a part of A.R.K but her own mitochondria suspected that this man was no ordinary being. He had ties to something great. Something scary.
The solid contact of the cold wall behind Eve stilled her for a moment as she took in a sharp frightened breath.