Eamon’s eyes were closed but he turned his head slowly in my direction. His lips opened and he made a low moaning sound.

“Eamon, can you tell us where you’re hurt? We need to know so we can help you.” I said, looking down at his limp body.

He swallowed, his mouth sounding extremely dry and sticky. He opened his mouth again.

“My legs. The pain is in my legs.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Okay Eamon.” I replied. “We’re going to take a look, okay?”

He nodded gingerly, every movement an effort.

“Roderick, Reese, take a look at his legs. I'll keep holding his hand.” I said as I looked up at them with tears in my eyes.

They nodded and crouched down next to Eamon as well. Roderick carefully lifted the sweatshirt covering his legs and Eamon screamed in pain. Reese pulled back his jeans and he screamed even louder.

Underneath the denim Eamon’s legs looked like they’d been burnt. The skin was red and raw, revealing flesh and muscle in places. Other parts looked like crisp charcoal, blackened and bloody. The strange thing was that his jeans weren't burnt or damaged at all, looking like whatever had caused it had gone through his clothes or gone up the inside of the legs of the jeans.

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“Holy shit.” Roderick muttered under his breath. Pulling Eamon’s jeans down from the top over his hips, Reese lifted his shirt up and revealed black and red claw marks across his stomach. They seemed to stop around his waist and didn’t go up his torso. From what we could see, the upper half of his body was totally fine.

“Thankfully it’s not all over his body, but whatever had done this is vicious.” Reese said incredulously.

“Eamon, can you tell us what happened?” I asked him gently while still rubbing the back of his hand. His skin felt warm and clammy to the touch and I wondered if he was running a fever because of his injuries.

He tried to speak but his words got stuck behind his parched lips.

“I’m going to get you some water, just wait right there.” I put his hand gently back down at his side and stood up. Eamon nodded, knowing that he couldn’t move anywhere anyway.

“There’s a little staffroom kitchen area behind the counter in the foyer with a fridge and a vending machine. I'm gonna go look for some water.” I said to the others over my shoulder as I started to move towards the foyer entrance.

“Okay.” Roderick said, calling after me. “But be quick and careful. We don't know how much time we’ve got before the next wave starts.”

“I expected another one before now.” Reese said, looking up at the windows in the ceiling. “Nothing has happened in a little while, maybe it’s stopped?”

“We should still be on alert just in case. We're not in a very safe space here.” Roderick replied.

“I’ll be as quick as I can.” I said as I turned and ran towards the foyer.