The gunshot startled Bentley, causing him to jolt. Dr. Cambria gave him a look; one urging him to calm down. Bentley licked his lips under the mask, nodding and trying to control his breathing for starters. The grip on his gun was surprisingly loose, for how terrified he was. No amount of horror could make him grip a dangerous object too tight. As a doctor, he was used to holding precise, deadly instruments with enough care to avoid death.

"Evan, can you handle them?" the older doctor asked.