As I bolted off down the dark, damp tunnel, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my legs ached with the exertion of running at my max speed. Suddenly, I heard the deep rumbles of a loud boom echoing through the tunnel, and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as if in a warning. As a few moments passed, a loud thunder shook the tunnel, and an unnatural howl filled my ears, shaking my soul to the very core. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as the sound reverberated through the darkness. Another thunder shakes the tunnel, and an ungodly cry pierces my ears. I could feel the blood run cold in my veins as the sound of the creature's cry seemed to echo through my mind. I knew I had to keep running, but I couldn't help but look over my shoulder. The creature was coming, and it was coming fast. I didn't stop or turn around. If it was still alive, I had to keep moving. Still, that beast would be wounded if any of those holy relics hit the mark. I heard its roar of pain as I ran, and it seemed to be getting further away. I kept running until I could no longer listen to it. In the end, I managed to escape.
Predators are bad enough, but wounded predators are even worse. I took the subsequent manhole access and climbed up. The heavy manhole cover wouldn't budge. I put all my damn strength into manhandling the lid open. A loud screech came from below. Suddenly, something jagged wrapped around my legs, yanking me down with incredible force. I barely held on to the top run of the sewer ladder as the beast tugged at my legs relentlessly. As the beast relentlessly tugged at me, I kicked at it with my other leg and reached for my pistol. Finally, I managed to grab onto the top rung of the sewer ladder and empty the magazine into the monster.
The beast suddenly released me, allowing me to scramble up and out of the hole. My clothes were torn, and I was covered in dirt and blood. I could hear the beast growling behind me, and I knew that I had to get away. I pulled the pin on a couple of grenades and dropped them down before hastily covering the hole with the heavy lid. A deadly howl of pain accompanied the explosion hitting the manhole cover. I planted one of the C-4 bricks, set the ten-second timer, and ran. Five seconds later, the creature effortlessly slid the heavy lid to the side. I took aim and sprayed the monsters as the monster slowly came up. All I needed was five seconds, and I emptied another magazine before ducking around the corner. A tremendous explosion wrecked the surrounding area. I didn't even wait for the smoke to clear. I hustled over and put my barrel right in the monster's face. It was recovering at an alarming rate but badly damaged. I dropped a cross on its face and shoved my barrel on top, pulling the trigger. The monster fell silent again, and I made sure it was dead. I stepped back and watched the smoke clear, feeling a sense of satisfaction. It had been a close call, but I had prevailed.
The hellish fiend let out a death throw before growing still. It looked dead, but I wasn't going to hang around and find out. My days in Afghanistan reminded me not to fuck around and find out. I ran as fast as I could and didn't stop until I was sure that no more beast was coming. In a state of exhaustion and relief, I collapsed on the ground. I had survived, but I knew that I would never forget the terror of that experience. It looked like I was almost out of Coney Island. I'd have to cross a bridge to get out of here. Anything to get out of this monster-infested shitshow. I mustered up the courage to cross the bridge. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I made it to the other side.
I was finally safe for the time being. I took a deep breath and looked around. I made it. Cindy, Sal, and Oliver were probably on the way to Bellevue. Despite my best efforts, I could not make contact with them due to a dead phone. I had no way of getting in touch with them. I started to worry about their safety as I began my long journey through the city. I had no idea what I was going to do. My fear of running into more monsters made me feel utterly alone and vulnerable. I started walking, hoping to find some help along the way.
Being out here alone was suicide, no matter how much experience and military training I had. The city was wilderness now and was a dangerous place, full of monsters and hostile demons. I knew I would die if I didn't find my friends and return to Bellevue soon. It was important that I kept my wits about me and stayed focused. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the journey ahead. As long as I didn't give up, I would make it out of this alive. I had to remain vigilant and hope for the best. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the journey ahead. I knew that if I stayed focused and kept my wits about me.
I started walking, following the moon. I knew I would eventually reach Bellevue if I kept walking in the same direction. It was a long and challenging journey, but I kept going. I knew I had to keep going for my friends and myself. Monsters and freaks lurked everywhere. Like this was the norm now. I was in escape and evasion mode. Taking every precaution I could. Every so often, I spotted survivors moving around. It was easy to spot them among the obvious civilians; they had nightmares all around them. It was like the demons and creatures knew an unseen veil was preventing them from seeing the hellish sights in front of them. But I could tell who knew. Those who moved with purpose and hast while concealing saw past the veil. The demons weren't hunting these survivors yet. No, there was a system to this demonic invasion. Some people were higher on the threat list than others.
This was valuable information. That meant we had a fighting chance. I understood why the safe zones we set up were under siege now. They were beacons of hope that could rally others. The beacons had to be protected, and as many people as possible had to be saved. We had to be clever and think of strategies that would keep the demons at bay. It was imperative that we act quickly and prepare for anything that might come our way. I had to be brave and face the darkness in order to protect the innocent. In order to survive, we had to be strong and united. We had to be vigilant and act swiftly to protect our beacons of hope.
After hours of walking, I finally reached Bellevue. I was exhausted and hungry. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I was still alive. I felt relief wash over me as I took a deep breath. I leaned against a wall and let out a sigh of solace but kept my eyes on the surrounding streets. Up ahead, I could see the hospital. It had been a long and challenging journey, but I had made it. I was alive. I took another step and felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. It was like I had just crossed the finish line. I was still alive, and now I was in a hospital. There was probably someone inside who would help me.
Finally, I've made it. I saw them from the corner of my eye as I was still going over everything I had just heard and processed. Having survived, I was happy. And then I saw the others making their way in through the hidden entrance. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. We were all alive. All of us had survived. The joy that I felt in that moment was indescribable. I wanted to hug everyone and tell them how thankful I was, but we had to move quickly. The city was still in chaos, and we couldn't waste time. I turned to the others, and we all started silently moving."
They had made it back safely. I let out a sigh of relief and jogged over behind them. Finally, everything seemed to be going our way. I looked at the others and saw the same sense of relief on their faces. We had survived, and now we could focus on saving the others. And that gave me a little bit of hope. We were all still here, and that's all that mattered right now. But first, we had to find a way out. And if there was one thing I knew, it was that we had to be careful. Oliver immediately saw me and waved me over. I walked over to him, and we greeted each other. But there was no time for chatter. The danger was still genuine, and we had to escape. We couldn't afford to waste any time. So, I turned to the others and told them we had to move now. I could see them all nodding in agreement. They were as determined as I was to get out of this city.