Chapter 5Davis’s place was an apartment building almost a mile walk from the city fountain. What should have taken them twenty minutes at their hurried and excited pace took nearly half an hour with the amount of people—and alien creatures—that spilled into the street. By the time they reached a squat and narrow building with cracks running alongside the foundation, Jenna was relieved enough for shelter from the stench of the carnival goers that she didn’t question the slip-shod architecture itself.
“Come on,” Davis said. He held the door of the vestibule open for her. A large break in the glass spiralled out from the centre of a punctured hole.
“Is that a gun shot?” Jenna asked. She gasped at the sudden violence in the front hall of the building before he could answer. The foyer was fil
