Chloe's flashlight stopped in the center of the chamber, revealing a heavy iron door embedded in the opposite wall. It was the only apparent exit from that deep pit.
— Chloe: It has to be this way. This leads us to the old maintenance sections.
The murmurs from the pit, above, intensified, now sounding like a gathered crowd. The noise was oppressive.
Chloe, without losing a second, ran toward the door. It was massive and sealed by rust and time.
— Chloe: Help me!
(T/N) pushed alongside her. The effort was brutal. His muscles burned as they struggled with the metal. With a screeching sound, the door yielded, opening just enough for them to squeeze through.
— Chloe: Get inside!
They slipped through the opening into another dark passage. As soon as they were on the other side, the murmurs erupted into a collective howl from the pit.
— (T/N): They're coming!
— Chloe: Run! Head for the main tracks!
They ran again, their breath ragged, through a maze of dusty corridors. The murmurs transformed into the quick, dry scrape of claws on the concrete behind them. This time, the creatures weren't waiting for permission.
— (T/N): They're right behind me!
— Chloe: Stay close to me!
They took a sharp turn around a corner. As they crossed a narrow corridor between two stacks of overturned boxes, (T/N) felt a gust of cold air and, simultaneously, a quick, violent brush right behind Chloe. It was too fast to distinguish, but he felt the closeness of something thin and strong.
She let out a clipped, muffled cry.
Instantly, Chloe dropped to her knees, releasing a moan of pain. (T/N) spun around and shone his flashlight. One of the creatures had leaped and clung to Chloe's back for a fraction of a second, aiming to bite.
The creature, hit by the beam of light, emitted a sharp shriek and retreated into the darkness like an insect.
— (T/N): Chloe!
— Chloe: I'm okay... keep going —she said, her voice strained, almost a whisper. She struggled to her feet, placing a hand on her back. (T/N) could see a dark tear in the fabric of her shirt and a patch of fresh blood that was rapidly beginning to spread—. Run! Don't stop!
Panic gripped (T/N) upon seeing the wound, but the sound of the creatures closing in forced him to move. They ran toward the only light that wasn't from their flashlights.
At the end of the tunnel, on the main track, a bright, potent white light offered a promise of rescue.
Autor:
Sorry for not updating, I had a lot of work.