Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/12/en

Now Thomas was curious. Downstairs he had seen disarray, things left half-done, the unordered mess of individual panic. Nothing had been intentional, which gave his shots a petrified urgency of the heat of the moment left to decay. The chaos here was purposeful and practical. It kept whatever had been on the ground floor trapped there, away from the safety of the upper floors.