Simon's boots slapped against the cracked concrete floor of the abandoned base, his breath ragged and sharp as he sprinted through the maze of dimly lit hallways.
The hybrid's guttural snarls echoed behind him, a haunting reminder that it was gaining ground with every passing second.
His vision blurred, the edges of his consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse as blood loss and exhaustion weighed him down.
He clutched his side, where a jagged wound oozed crimson down his already stained clothing. Each step was agony, but he couldn't afford to stop. Not here. Not now.
Ahead, flickering emergency lights cast long, shifting shadows that played tricks on his weary mind.
The base looked like it had been abandoned, its corridors filled with the blood of corpses that he had dealt with using his own hands. Equipment lay scattered and broken, crates stacked haphazardly against walls scarred by battle.
