I'll Kill You Tomorrow

The entities were utterly, ambitiously evil; their line of defense, apparently, was absolutely impregnable. The silence should not have been there. Lorry Kane, standing in the doorway, looked out over the rows of silent baskets and felt her blonde hair tighten at the roots. The tightening came from instinct, even before her brain had a chance to function, from the instincts and training of a registered nurse.