Erica woke up to her hospital room lit by an eerie red glow. There were voices outside her door.

Then someone wearing a head torch entered, almost blinding her with the light.

"You're awake, good."

It was Ben.

"What's going on?" Erica mumbled, confused and still a little dozy.

"We've had a major power failure and the backup generator is in danger of flooding. We need to evacuate you out of the facility."

"Flooding?" Erica asked, and then she noticed Ben was wading towards her in ankle deep water.

"Can you get into this wheelchair?" Ben asked, not answering her question. "You shouldn't get too wet."

Still half asleep Erica found it a struggle to obey him, but Ben lifted her into his strong arms and lowered her onto the wheelchair. It took another moment to fix the drip before wheeling her out into the corridor.

The stark white corridor was now almost pink in the low emergency light. Ben paused as a gurney was wheeled out from the opposite room. Erica caught a glimpse of a pale hand in the bedding, a bracelet draped around the wrist with the letter 'B'. Three orderlies continued wheeling the gurney along the corridor and Ben followed in their wake.

"Where are we going?" Erica asked.

"We have to use the emergency exit now that the elevators are down. There will be an ambulance waiting to take you to hospital. It isn't safe to hold you here right now."

Erica nodded but she wasn't really listening. She was trying to get a better look at the other patient ahead of her but the only light available was the red glow of the wall lights and the erratic beam of white light coming from Ben's head torch. She couldn't tell in the dark what she was seeing past the orderly's broad back.

They walked through the wet darkness turning right and left along corridors and through cavernous rooms; what had this facility been before David took it over? Finally they stopped in front of a large hanger door. An orderly up ahead moved to a control panel in the corner, Erica recognised him as the man who confronted her in the corridor, Derek.

"Um… There's no power!" Ben called after him. "We have to use the manual override. Wait here." He added to Erica, parking the wheelchair some distance from the gurney, before marching across to the door.

It took three men to pull the door wide enough to allow the ambulance to drive in and then they quickly set about moving the other patient into the back. Erica felt like they had forgotten her.

Eventually Ben came back.

"We are going to have to put you up front with the driver I'm afraid. Come on." said Ben.

He wheeled the chair to the passenger side door and then helped Erica climb into the cab before carefully strapping her in.

"All set." He said nodding to the driver before giving Erica a grin.

"What about you?" asked Erica as he moved to close the door.

"The patients aren't the only thing to save here. We need to get back to retrieve what research we can from the labs." He said. "Take care of yourself and your family."

With that he slammed the door and the ambulance drove off. Beyond the hanger door the storm struck the vehicle with surprising force, the wind shaking the ambulance, the headlights barely piercing through the driving rain.

Erica peered into the passenger side mirror to watch the tiny points of torchlights showing the orderlies struggling to close the door; she couldn't tell which one was Ben. As the ambulance rumbled on Erica could hear discussions in the back, behind her. She turned to see two paramedics working on the other patient. Erica caught a glimpse of white blonde hair on the pillow.

Could that really be who she thought it was?

"Eye's front." commanded the driver, before he pulled a curtain across to block the view.

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