I ran like hell.
The alarms blared in my ears, shrill, mechanical screams echoing through the endless maze of corridors. Red lights flashed overhead, painting everything in blood.
I could hear them behind me... those things... claws scraping metal, heavy footsteps pounding against the floor. My lungs burned, my legs screamed for rest, but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when I had to bring the truth back to my team.
Something slammed into the wall beside me, leaving a dent the size of a man's head. I didn't even look back. I just fired a few blind rounds behind me and kept running. The corridors twisted endlessly, leading me through places that looked more like nightmares than real rooms, broken pods, flickering monitors, and blood trails that went nowhere.
By the time I saw daylight, or something close to it, I had no idea how long I'd been running. My watch was cracked. My throat was dry. The shadows had stopped chasing me hours ago, but the silence that followed felt worse.
