As the minutes ticked by, Nathan’s mind began to wander. Why am I even doing this? he wondered. If I really am just imagining everything, I’m wasting my time for nothing. He was just about to give up and head back inside the hospital when the microphone feed suddenly picked up a clear, distinct sound.
A zipper. It started faint and quiet, but it was completely unmistakable—the slow, deliberate sound of a zipper being pulled down slowly. Nathan froze on the spot. His breath caught sharply in his throat as he quickly switched over to the audio feed. This is it, he thought. Something’s finally happening. His eyes darted rapidly from one camera feed to another, but he still couldn’t see what was making the strange noise.
