Your senses in overdrive, you wildly scan from side to side for the creature. You retreat involuntarily until you feel the cool surface of the wall behind you.
The fingernails become a nail gun on sheet metal the torturous melody assails you from everywhere. 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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