The fluorescent lights of the Arctic Biosystems facility hummed, a discordant lullaby to the frozen nightmare within. Deep underground, a vault designed to contain the most dangerous pathogens known to man was about to fail. Inside, Robert Quinn, a grizzled operative with eyes that had seen too much, watched the readings spike. He knew what was coming: the escape of the fungu...

The biting wind howled through the abandoned halls of Blackwood High, a symphony of whispers that mirrored the unease gripping Chrys Willet. It began with a dare, a reckless teenage foray into the school’s condemned west wing. Ellie Gains, ever the thrill-seeker, found it first – an ancient Aztec Death Whistle, cold and ominous to the touch. Rel Taylor scoffed, dismissing it ...