The air in the corridor was suffocating, heavy with the tang of burnt circuits and lingering rot. The group moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing faintly against the metallic walls. Ruby led the way, her eyes scanning every shadow, her weapon raised.
"How far to the primary lab?" Caleb asked, his voice low but tense.
"Not far," Ruby replied, glancing at the flickering map on her wrist device. "But we need to be careful. This part of the facility is more unstable."
Finn sighed, his hands twitching nervously. "Great. Just what we need—more things falling apart while something tries to eat us."
Zoe shot him a glare. "If you're not going to help, at least stop complaining."
"Both of you, focus," Ruby snapped, cutting their bickering short.
