I stupidly jump down the stairs.
The landing didn't go has planned as my legs give up under my weight. What the fuck am I doing? I didn't hesitate to run for my life when my squad was being massacred! Why am I risking it now for that stranger?
I don't even know his name! Besides, what am I gonna do? Punch the creatures in the face?
My presence seems to motivate the guy to run a bit faster. He is almost by the stairs now. He shoots another salve of bullets. Some hit, some don't, but the abominations don't seem to fear them anymore.
The horde is coming. One arm like appendage swipe the guy’s leg and he just fall.
I yell and jump right in. I'm the predator not the prey.
Not anymore.
Nor ever starting now.
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HorrorThis is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
