Runaway

Gary held firm his gun as he slowly walks on the door. There it goes again, a shadow overlap – passing through. He quickly kicks the door and aimed at the presumed position. It was only a rat. A rather large one, just as the size of a cat.

Gary shrieked and shot it. He stared to the other rats creeping around the corner with beads of sweat streaming down to his chin. As Gary tried to open the door—it crumbled down on itself. He looked at the hinges and notice that it is rusty. He sighed in relief. If he ever not removed his hand to the door, he might have injured—or worse, he might get infected by being wounded.

As of now, Gary is taking the route in the engine room on another lower level in the right section of the research and development area. What led him here is a strange noise coming from below. A loud clanging of metals had caught his attention.