The projector's mist swirled, forming the ghostly outline of a shadowy hallway filled with faint, distant echoes of gunshots and screams.
"I ordered the rest of my team to move fast. We ran to where we'd last heard him, and when we got there... Carlos's expression darkened. "It was already too late. His body was crumpled on the ground, and his chest hollowed out like the others. But then we saw it. Him."
"Him?" Rex asked, leaning in, his voice edged with curiosity and unease.
Carlos nodded, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "In the shadows at the edge of the hallway, there it was, a humanoid figure. At least, it looked humanoid at first. But it was twisted, wrong. It had long, gangly limbs, with legs and arms so oversized they looked like they didn't belong on a person. It was moving on all fours, slowly, like some kind of stalking predator."
