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CHAPTER 284: HANGING BY A THREAD
HANGING BY A THREAD
Suspended above the mutant, your mind races as you assess the precarious situation. The fire escape groans once more, the sole bar you cling to sagging under your weight. Below, the mutant prowls, eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up its next meal.
You glance around, desperately seeking an escape route. The adjacent building's window, slightly ajar, catches your eye—a possible haven if you can make the leap. Calculating the distance with growing anxiety, you realize it's your only shot.
With a deep breath, you focus on the window, preparing to swing your body. The bar creaks ominously, urging you to act quickly. Timing your move with the mutant's moment of distraction, you swing your legs, using every ounce of strength to propel yourself toward the open window.
You soar through the air, heart pounding, and crash through the window in a cacophony of shattered glass and clamor. Landing hard on the floor inside, you scramble to your feet, ignoring the prickle of cuts and bruises. Behind you, the mutant's roars echo outside, the beast frustrated by your narrow escape.
Before you can catch your breath, the floor beneath your feet shudders—a warning that you're not yet safe. The building, weakened by years of neglect and decay, threatens to collapse with each passing second.
Your eyes dart around the dimly lit room, taking in the scattered debris and long-abandoned furniture. Through the dust and gloom, you spot an exit door at the far end, offering a slim chance of escape.
You glance around, desperately seeking an escape route. The adjacent building's window, slightly ajar, catches your eye—a possible haven if you can make the leap. Calculating the distance with growing anxiety, you realize it's your only shot.
With a deep breath, you focus on the window, preparing to swing your body. The bar creaks ominously, urging you to act quickly. Timing your move with the mutant's moment of distraction, you swing your legs, using every ounce of strength to propel yourself toward the open window.
You soar through the air, heart pounding, and crash through the window in a cacophony of shattered glass and clamor. Landing hard on the floor inside, you scramble to your feet, ignoring the prickle of cuts and bruises. Behind you, the mutant's roars echo outside, the beast frustrated by your narrow escape.
Before you can catch your breath, the floor beneath your feet shudders—a warning that you're not yet safe. The building, weakened by years of neglect and decay, threatens to collapse with each passing second.
Your eyes dart around the dimly lit room, taking in the scattered debris and long-abandoned furniture. Through the dust and gloom, you spot an exit door at the far end, offering a slim chance of escape.