With a forceful slam, I crashed into the metal doors, snapping them from their hinges like they were made of paper. They flew across the hallway, slamming into the far wall with a deafening crash that echoed through the abandoned facility. I paused for a moment, my towering form casting long shadows against the dim light. "Maybe I should've been gentler," I thought, the idea slipping through my mind with the same calm detachment that now seemed to define me.
But there was no point in dwelling on it. The damage was done, and the sound didn't faze me. In a place like this, surrounded by machines and horrors beyond the natural world, loud noises were just part of the environment. After everything I had endured, what was one more crash? I took a step forward, my heavy feet causing the floor to tremble slightly beneath me.
My face remained calm—unbothered, even serene, despite the chaos. I had learned to control my emotions, unlike my younger self who would fly into a rage at the slightest inconvenience. Those days were long gone. Now, only a focused determination fueled me. I wasn't like the scientists who toyed with the natural order. I was something more, something with a purpose. My eyes flicked past the corpses of those who had once worked here. The dead meant nothing to me. I had no mercy for those who had played God.
They had their chance to regret what they did, but it no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered now was my escape.
The cold, sterile corridor stretched out before me, leading deeper into the labyrinth of this facility. As I continued walking, the fluorescent lights flickered overhead, their hum barely registering to me. Somewhere ahead, the way out awaited. I just had to find it.
But as I moved further, I couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was still alive here, lurking in the darkness beyond. The facility was far from silent. There was a faint noise in the distance, like machinery still running or…footsteps.