"There are three average office rooms on your right. There's a pantry and restrooms on the left hallway, along with office area, meeting room, and lobby. The normal stairway and elevators are in the lobby, it's closer to the furthest office to your right." She listed the places in the floor in an orderly manner.
"The elevator is in the other side of the floor, right?" I confirmed.
"Yes."
"Okay."
Her voice was calm when she said all of that. A normal person would think that nothing's wrong, but the fact that she doesn't ask a follow up question shows that something 'is' wrong.
Besides, it's significant contrast to her expressive tone before. She's obviously upset, but she knows she can't argue with me. So she's just following what I want.
To think that just a few minutes ago, she was the one expecting me to follow anything she wanted. But now the tables have turned.
'Heh. What a satisfying turn around.' I can't stop smiling.
The Direwolves' sounds wake me up from my daydream and I instinctively step away from the right hallway. At the same time, I can hear the slithering sounds of the Prattas coming from the left hallway.
The gears in my brain spin as I decide which way to go. But I don't have much time because the guests from the right hallway immediately come to visit.
The growls and the steps are dangerously closing in, so I turn my body fully to the right and prepare to welcome them.
GRR!
As soon as the first guest appears in front of me, I greet its furry head with a shot.
BANG!
The bullet drilled into its skull and blood was spilled.
HAING! – The guest whimpers as it slides down to the floor and its movements become unorganized. Its paws are clawing the wall's corner and it's leaning its head on the wall, but it soon stops moving and just lays there with its eyes open and jaw down.
BARK!
The last furry guest appears in a zoom. It's moving too fast for me to aim, and I have to dodge its lunge by rolling into the previous hallway where I came from. I can't risk firing a bullet if it's just going to miss. It could ricochet and blow my own brain which is a very dumb way to die.
'I shouldn't have given Michael that bat. Now I have no close range weapon.'
It's too late to regret that. So I can only use my own wit.
The wolf backtracks and chases me into the hallway. I don't see any opening, so I turn around and run.
My only plan is to use the emergency door and the railing. But I remember that there is a small chance a monster would reach this floor through it, so I throw the idea away.
The wolf lunges again and got me on my back this time.
"Ugh!" I grunt as I fall to my face.
The wolfs bites the back of my collar and yanks, thinking it's my neck.
I see a chance to attack, so I immediately turn around. I bring my gun to its front part and pull the trigger. But because its head is shaking so fast, I missed that shot.
"WHAT?!"
The wolf seems to understand that the thing it's yanking isn't meat, so it lets go of my collar and open its mouth wide towards my head.
I immediately jam my gun under its jaw and fire. It's impossible to miss this time because I made sure the gun's nozzle hit past the fur before pulling the trigger. The bullet drill through the wolf's head, into its brain, and through the forehead.
Blood bursts from the hole and sprays on my face a bit, but the wolf is dead instantly. It falls limp atop of my body and I push its corpse away with a blow of air.
"Phew… That was close!" I wipe the blood off with the back of my glove.
I immediately stand up and return to my position before. But after I exit the emergency's hallway, there are already two Prattas coming from the right side.
The Prattas notice me, and immediately slither their way to me.
"Ukh! No!" I express my disgust and immediately run to the left, where the three offices are.
Prattas don't move as fast as Direwolves. In fact, they are way slower, but they can catch up to me if I don't do anything to hinder their way.
But I don't want to deal with them because I have to let them latch to me before I can really give them any damage.
… which is ironic because I should've been a sharpshooter. But I believe that the only way for me to give a sharp shot as a shooter, is only when I'm sure I can hit them that really gives them damage. So for me, distance is not something that matters a lot in sharpshooting.
As I was mulling over this in my head, I also search for the survivor that I remember had trapped himself in one of these offices.
I tiptoe a bit to check through the windows to see the inside of the office. Like many of the rooms in this building, this one also has that blur design on its glass. It's very inconvenient, but I can still make out the things in there by their blurry lines and color.
If I remember correctly, the first two doors are locked and the survivor should be in one of them.
SRRRKKK
Hearing the sound getting closer, I decide not to waste the time to peek inside. I just ram myself to the door until I can get it open. But sadly, my body just isn't that strong to break the lock.
So I bring my leg up and kick the handle hard. The Prattas turn from the corner, and goosebumps creeps fast from my back after I saw that. I put more strength into my kicks and thankfully, it breaks on my third kick and, just before the Prattas' tentacles reach me, I burst my way into the room and close the door.
But one of the Prattas's tentacles manage to slither into the room and kind of prevents me from closing it. Due to the gap, more of their tentacles are slithering in. But I ram my body to the door to add more strength, and there's this loud crack and a shrill from the other side of the door.
I look down towards the tentacle and notice they're slightly bent. I quickly realize what happened and a plan formed in my mind. I lean away for a second before I ram myself to the door again.
Their tentacles finally breaks and the door is closed, with their tentacles still stuck in between the door. But it actually helps in making the door stuck and saves me from using another bullet.
I sigh in relief because I can calm my nerves a bit in the next few seconds.