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Chapter 8 - PROLOGUE VIII

As Steins and his team emerged from the research station, the harsh, radioactive environment enveloped them like a toxic shroud. The eerie silence was shattered by an unsettling sound.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr...!"

The crisp, metallic snap echoed through the desolate landscape, sending shivers down their spines. Thompson's head jerked toward the sound, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement, while struggling to support Patel's frail form.

"What was that?" Thompson asked, his voice laced with concern, as he helped Patel take another step.

Rodriguez's eyes darted around, her gaze sweeping the surrounding area. "I don't know, but it's close."

Steins' grip on his gun tightened, his expression grim. "Stay alert."

Patel leaned heavily on Thompson, his eyes wide with fear, his legs trembling beneath him.

The snare's echo faded, leaving an unsettling silence. The team exchanged uneasy glances.

"Where did it come from?" Rodriguez whispered, her voice barely audible.

Steins' gaze swept the surrounding area, his eyes scouring the horizon.

Nothing, No signs of movement, No signs of life.

But the snare's ominous warning lingered, hanging in the air like a spectre.

Fear crept in, seeping into their pores like the deadly radiation.

"What's out here with us?" Thompson's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes locked onto Patel, ensuring he didn't collapse.

Rodriguez's eyes locked onto Steins, his expression pleading.

"We need to move," Steins nodded.

But his eyes remained fixed on the horizon. Waiting, Watching, For the unknown threat lurking in the shadows.

Their hearts pounded, Their breaths quickened, As they stood frozen.

"We need to get out of here, fast," Steins urged, his voice low and urgent.

Thompson nodded, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "The snow vehicle. It's parked nearby. We can make a break for it."

Rodriguez's eyes lit up. "That's our best chance."

Steins nodded curtly. "Let's move."

The team hastened toward the parking area, Patel leaning heavily on Thompson.

As they approached, their hearts sank. More claw marks marred the surrounding walls. Deep gashes, Fresh.

Rodriguez's voice trembled. "It's the same marks we saw earlier."

Thompson's eyes widened. "The ones near the research station's entrance."

Steins' grip on his gun tightened. "This thing is tracking us."

Patel's eyes filled with fear. "What kind of beast can make these marks?"

The team exchanged uneasy glances.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....!"

The snare's sound echoed in the distance. Louder and Closer.

"It's closing in," Thompson warned.

Steins' gaze locked onto the snow vehicle. "We need to get out of here. Now."

Captain Steins led his team through the swirling snow, the storm's veil shrouding their surroundings. The research station's hangar beckoned, its metal walls promising sanctuary from the unforgiving Antarctic landscape.

As they approached the snow vehicle, a sudden movement halted their progress. Steins' hand shot up, his fingers splayed in warning.

"Freeze!" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.

Thompson, Rodriguez, and Patel obeyed instantly, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of urgency and fear. The snowflakes danced around them, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

A creature emerged from the storm's veil, its twisted form materializing like a spectre. The team's collective breath caught in their throats.

It was a creature unlike any they had seen. Its body, once recognizable, now bulged with unnatural growths, like tumours bursting from its skin. Eyes glowing with an eerie light, fixed on Steins' team, casting an unblinking stare.

The team held their breath, paralysed. Steins gestured silently, directing his team to a nearby corner, a narrow alcove between two storage containers.

They retreated, pressing against the wall as the creature lurched closer. Its jaws opened, revealing jagged teeth, stained with dark, viscous fluid.

Rodriguez's hand clenched on his gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Patel's eyes trembled, his face pale. Thompson's grip on his rifle tightened, his eyes locked on the creature.

Steins' gaze never left the creature. His mind racing, calculating their chances.

The creature paused, sniffing the air, its nostrils flaring. Their hiding spot remained undetected.

For now.

The team exhaled collectively, silent relief mingling with fear. But the creature's attention shifted.

Toward the hangar, Their escape route.

Steins' jaw clenched. They had to act fast.

"Stay quiet," he breathed. "We need to wait for an opening."

The creature's gaze lingered on the hangar, its eyes burning with an unnatural hunger.

Steins' team held their breath, trapped in a frozen tableau of terror.

As Steins and his team peeked around the corner, their eyes locked onto the creature.

It was a wolf, but not like any they had ever seen. Its body was a massive, distorted form, easily twice the size of a normal wolf. Muscles rippled beneath its twisted fur, like living shadows that seemed to shift and writhe in the dim light. The fur itself was matted and coarse, with patches of raw, pink skin gleaming through the dark brown coat.

Eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger burned bright yellow in the darkness, casting an eerie light on the surrounding snow. They seemed to pierce through the shadows, fixing Steins and his team with an unblinking stare.

The wolf's ears, once pointed and alert, now flapped grotesquely, as if stretched and distorted by some unseen force. Its jaws, wide and filled with razor-sharp teeth, seemed to be perpetually open, revealing rows of gleaming ivory.

A monstrous beast, born from nuclear chaos.

Rodriguez's voice barely rose above a whisper. "This isn't natural."

Thompson's eyes were wide with horror. "Radiation. It must have mutated."

Steins' grip on his gun tightened, his finger hovering over the trigger.

Patel's eyes filled with terror as he gazed upon the creature. "What have the scientists done?" he whispered.

The wolf's gaze swept their hiding spot, its eyes lingering on each of them. Steins held his breath, wondering if they had been seen.

The wolf's ears perked up, as if sensing their presence. Its nostrils flared, sniffing the air.

The team froze, awaiting the beast's next move.

Its massive paws seemed to shift, preparing to strike.

Captain Steins' eyes locked onto the wolf, his mind racing with tactical assessments. The creature's size, strength, and distorted features made it a formidable opponent. Its twisted fur and glowing yellow eyes seemed to radiate an unnatural energy.

"Get down, now!" Steins whispered urgently, pulling his team back into the shadows.

Thompson, Rodriguez, and Patel obeyed instinctively, hiding behind nearby crates and equipment. Steins joined them, his gun trained on the wolf.

"Stay quiet, stay hidden," he breathed. "We don't know its weaknesses yet."

Rodriguez's voice trembled. "What if it finds us?"

Steins' gaze never left the wolf. "We'll take turns to escape, if needed. But for now, silence is our best defence."

The wolf padded closer, its ears twitching. Patel's eyes filled with fear.

"What if—" Steins' sharp gesture cut him off.

The team held their collective breath as the wolf sniffed the air, its gaze sweeping their hiding spot. Steins' finger tightened on the trigger.

But the wolf's attention shifted, drawn to the snow vehicle parked nearby.

"It's distracted," Thompson whispered.

Steins nodded. "Let's keep it that way."

The team remained frozen, watching as the wolf circled the vehicle. Its claws scraped against the metal, sending shivers down their spines.

Steins' mind worked overtime, strategizing their escape. He assessed the wolf's movements, searching for patterns.

"We need to get to the vehicle," Steins whispered. "Our only chance is to outmanoeuvre it."

Rodriguez's eyes locked onto the wolf. "How?"

Captain Steins' voice barely rose above a whisper. "Alright, here's the plan. Thompson, Patel, and Rodriguez, you'll provide cover while I make a break for the snow vehicle. Once I'm in, I'll cover you as you join me."

Thompson nodded. "Got it."

Patel's face paled. "But—"

Steins' firm tone cut him off. "We have no choice. We must try."

Thompson nodded, his eyes scanning their surroundings with a mix of urgency and calculation. His gaze swept across the snow-covered terrain, lingering on the research station's hangar. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto something.

The wolf's growl echoed through the air, its attention refocusing on the team.

Steins' grip on his gun tightened.

"Ready?"

"Captain, wait," Thompson said, his voice low and urgent, his hand grasping Steins' arm. "I see a helicopter inside the hangar."

Steins' eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in question. "What's your point, Thompson?"

Thompson's expression turned resolute, his jaw set. "As a pilot, sir, I think taking the helicopter's our best chance. We can bypass the wolf and escape overland. The storm's closing in, but with the helicopter, we can fly above it."

Steins hesitated, reassessing their options. The howling wind, the wolf's growls, and the creaking of the research station's structures blended into a symphony of tension.

Rodriguez spoke up, his voice laced with conviction. "Thompson's right, Captain. The helicopter's faster and safer. We can't outrun that thing on foot."

Patel's eyes filled with hope, his voice barely above a whisper. "And it can fly over the storm. We might have a chance."

Steins nodded, his mind made up. "Alright, new plan. Thompson, lead us to the hangar. We'll take the helicopter."

Thompson nodded, his face set with determination. "Stay sharp, everyone. We're not clear yet."

As they moved toward the hangar, the wolf's growl echoed through the air, its eyes fixed on them. The team quickened their pace, their footsteps crunching in the snow.

The hangar loomed before them, its metal door creaking ominously. Thompson pushed it open, revealing the helicopter's sleek form.

"Let's move," Steins urged.

But as they stepped inside, the wolf's roar shook the hangar.