I walked over to the reinforced door, my movements slow and deliberate. Calm, detached—just like always. My massive hand curled into a fist, and I started punching through the door. Each hit sent vibrations echoing through the room, fragments of metal and wood breaking away, crashing to the ground. The force was immense, but it was controlled. I wasn't in a rush; I knew I had the strength to get through.
Behind me, the sounds of the approaching experiments grew louder. Snarls, growls, the clattering of claws on the ground—they were close now, only seconds away. But I didn't turn around. My back was to them, my focus completely on the door.
Chris's voice cut through the noise, tense and urgent. "They're here!"
Leon, moving into position, gritted his teeth. "We need to hold them off! Focus on the door, and we'll take care of this!"
I continued to punch the door, each strike sending chunks flying, while behind me, the chaos erupted. The first wave of experiments crashed into the group. Chris opened fire, his rifle blazing as rounds tore through the creatures, but they kept coming. Leon slashed through one experiment with his combat knife, moving quickly and efficiently. Jill and Claire fired round after round, trying to thin the horde.
Amid the chaos, I didn't flinch. The creatures snarled and screeched as they charged, but I remained calm, detached, my task simple: break through the door.
As the group fought for their lives, Chris glanced over his shoulder, watching me as I punched another hole into the door. "Whatever you're doing, do it faster! We won't hold them off forever!"
But I wasn't worried. I had my own pace. With one final punch, the door cracked open further, large enough for me to slip through. Now, I had to make a choice—help the group or leave them to deal with the onslaught.
