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CHAPTER 271: TRAPPED IN SHADOWS
TRAPPED IN SHADOWS
You take a deep breath, resolve steeling your nerves. The decision is made; you can't leave the survivor behind. With renewed determination, you wriggle out of the narrow gap, ignoring the Abomination's distant roars of rage echoing in the chamber. Every movement sends debris clattering, each sound making your heart leap. The voice grows louder, the desperation in it fueling your urgency.
Clawing your way through the chaos, you spot the source of the cries—a man pinned under a twisted beam. His eyes, wide with terror, lock onto yours, a glimmer of hope flickering amidst the despair. "Help me, please!" he croaks, voice hoarse and weak.
You assess the situation quickly. The beam is heavy, precariously balanced atop the rubble. You're going to need every ounce of strength and a miracle to shift it without causing another collapse. With a grunt, you plant your feet, using every muscle to heave the beam upwards. It groans in protest, but slowly, painfully, it begins to rise.
Behind you, the Abomination's growls grow closer, its relentless pursuit a ticking clock above your head. A piece of debris shifts, sending a cascade of dust into your eyes, blinding you momentarily. Panic flares; time is slipping away.
The survivor wriggles free just as the beam comes crashing down where he lay. He stumbles to his feet, gratitude etched across his dirt-streaked face. Yet there's no time for thanks—the Abomination is nearly upon you both, its shadow looming over the rubble like a harbinger of doom.
You're out of options and time. Your heart pounds as you desperately scan the debris for an escape route, the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Clawing your way through the chaos, you spot the source of the cries—a man pinned under a twisted beam. His eyes, wide with terror, lock onto yours, a glimmer of hope flickering amidst the despair. "Help me, please!" he croaks, voice hoarse and weak.
You assess the situation quickly. The beam is heavy, precariously balanced atop the rubble. You're going to need every ounce of strength and a miracle to shift it without causing another collapse. With a grunt, you plant your feet, using every muscle to heave the beam upwards. It groans in protest, but slowly, painfully, it begins to rise.
Behind you, the Abomination's growls grow closer, its relentless pursuit a ticking clock above your head. A piece of debris shifts, sending a cascade of dust into your eyes, blinding you momentarily. Panic flares; time is slipping away.
The survivor wriggles free just as the beam comes crashing down where he lay. He stumbles to his feet, gratitude etched across his dirt-streaked face. Yet there's no time for thanks—the Abomination is nearly upon you both, its shadow looming over the rubble like a harbinger of doom.
You're out of options and time. Your heart pounds as you desperately scan the debris for an escape route, the adrenaline coursing through your veins.