Lanse didn't glimpse his other teammates. They checked the other classrooms on both corridors, while he stood close to Tess. Her eyes were wide open as she searched the classrooms and didn't notice his hard stare on her. A smile flickered on his lips.
Tess wore a turtleneck, but he could imagine how slim and delicate her bare neck was. Not all her loose strands at the back of her head formed frail round curls. Some strands were trapped under her turtleneck. She had to have been in a hurry to put that shirt on.
The seating layout for most places was usually a circle with space for an easy exit between every two persons. Some places split the space in two and had both sides face each other. The extra pair of eyes in front could see the mutating Syb-victim seated behind you.
