“Rose,” Jake screamed as he darted throughout the massive apartment. Each room held a gruesome discovery, yet at the same time empty of the one life he was searching for, the one he treasured more than breathing itself. “Where the hell are you, Rose?” he muttered frantically through clenched teeth. “Rose!”
The colors of each room flew by in a blur. The bathroom, guest bedroom, living room, foyer… all were empty. Jake dashed into the kitchen and around the basalt-topped island. His feet slipped out from under him and he landed flat on his back against the tiled marble floor, knocking the breath from his lungs. Why was the floor so cold? And what was soaking into his shirt? he wondered. It was then a salty, metallic scent reached his nostrils. With much slipping and sliding, Jake turned on his side and what he saw made him gasp in horror and his eyes turn into saucers.