The darkness clung to Turner like a shirt that hadn’t been washed in weeks.
Breathe in, breathe out, slow down and wait for the shadows to open before moving. Dropping through a rotten floor in a world without niceties like ambulances and hospitals was a bad idea. She heard the drip-drap of water echo off the walls, and the quiet scratch of a rat working hard at its day job. Turner recognized that musty library smell before she could see the stacks. Her foot slid forward and came down with the particular sound of old crushed bones.