![]() ![]() The arm sweeps a full 360, updating the creatures location. The monitor picks it up - a life form, approaching quickly. Taking small cautious footsteps, you continue down the corridor, lit only by the flickering red hue of the emergency backup lights.Ī sound, reminiscent of a dozen people tapping fingernails on metal, echoes throughout the corridor. A small bead of sweat trickles down the side of your face. Walking down the hallway, you suppress a chill as you nervously adjust the grip on your weapon. ![]()
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