"A dream," Maya Reimnitz mumbled, "A nightmare. That's all it could have been."
"But the fire!" Tisha's voice was weak, but recovering strength. "We all saw the fire... didn't we?"
"I can still bloody taste it!" Enoch DeStiy coughed, turned and gobbed on the floor behind him. "Smoke. Burning flesh- "
Rick, wide-eyed and staring, suddenly burst into life. "Oh my god! Jesus! Timmy!" and he raced past Ryland, taking the stairs three at a time, stumbling, pulling himself up, racing to his own apartment.
Danes' words from within the apartment called them.
"They're still there, you know. Waiting."