•Sanctuary Laboratory, 5th Ward•
Ana
Footsteps and angry shouts grew louder, echoing ominously in the corridor just beyond.
Their breaths were shallow, and their eyes locked in a silent pact of unwavering determination.
"We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die" Ambrose reopeated through hushed breaths as they ran.
"You're the one dying first with that attitude!"
Ambrose, though terrified, couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. "Well, if I do, I'll definitely come back as a ghost and haunt you!"
The distant clamor drew nearer, and with a shared nod, they made their move, darting through the metallic door and into the maze of sterile corridors. The overhead lights flickered unpredictably, casting eerie shadows and rendering their surroundings otherworldly.
Ana watched as the CCTV cameras blinked red above them and followed their movements. "Don't look directly at the cameras." She told Ambrose.
