Rushing around the dock, Max continued to shout. The further he went, the more he realized the place was far larger than he'd expected. Rows of shipping containers stretched into the distance, towering walls of rusted metal that made the area feel like a maze. Every turn looked the same; every echo of his own footsteps blended with the ones chasing him. At one point, he even found himself back where he'd started, the men he had beaten earlier were still rolling on the floor, groaning in pain.
I have to hurry, Max thought, gritting his teeth as his breath came heavy. Who knows how the others are faring? Without Aron there with them… I worry.
"SHERI!!!" he yelled, his voice raw from shouting. "If you can hear me, give me a signal!"
The call bounced off metal walls, spreading in overlapping echoes. Max turned a corner, and came face-to-face with four men wearing sharp, mocking smiles.
