Chapter 36

The laboratory was a sanctuary of silence, save for the rhythmic bubbling of several small flasks. Kyle sat amidst the organized chaos of his equipment, his mind wandering through the different philosophies of preparation. Before the world had changed, before he was an apothecary of a dead cult, there were dozens of ways to face an exam or a looming threat. Some people studied until their eyes bled, cramming every variable into their skulls. Others distracted themselves, hoping a fresh mind would...