tension

Night Drop

by PulpPistil

Iri Sune Kahn was mid-kill when the storm took the courtyard. She lands on wet concrete under a humid sky, nearly naked, weapon still in her hands, and the creatures scatter into the ramps. Sloane Keller was leaving work for the gym. Expensive car. Crowbar. A pistol she has already used. Gym clothes stuck to her with heat and adrenaline. The first thing she sees of Iri is blood, skin, and a problem that does not belong on this floor. Monsters in the stairwells. Bodies on the decks. Two women who cannot stop looking at each other between the fights. The ground is a long way down, and anything that leaves the building will not stay a local problem. Produced using AI tools.