Prototype 1006
The air in the hallway tasted of rust and a panic that couldn't fit into his lungs. She shouldn't have looked back. In the distance, the rhythmic screech of a metal claw dragging against the concrete floor marked the beat of its death. It wasn't a wild animal, it was something much worse: a cold intelligence that was letting her run just to enjoy the calculation of her capture. "Don't stop..." he forced himself to whisper, although his legs felt like lead. Every shadow cast by the flickering lights on the ceiling seemed to transform into the skeletal arm of Experiment 1006. The echo of his own footsteps was too loud, a radio signal shouting his position in the midst of that dead silence. He turned the corner and saw a series of dented lockers and a half-loose ventilation grill. The sound of metal dragging stopped suddenly. Silence was the sign that he was listening. I had to decide now: keep running until the heart
About Prototype 1006
The air in the hallway tasted of rust and a panic that couldn't fit into his lungs. She shouldn't have looked back. In the distance, the rhythmic screech of a metal claw dragging against the concrete floor marked the beat of its death. It wasn't a wild animal, it was something much worse: a cold intelligence that was letting her run just to enjo...Read more