The sound of drones echoed through the tunnels like a death knell, their mechanical whirs blending with the sharp crackle of gunfire.
Emily's legs burned as she pushed herself to keep pace with Damien, her breathing labored but controlled.
Each step felt heavier than the last, and yet the need to survive propelled her forward.
"Keep moving!" Damien shouted over the din, his voice barely audible above the chaos.
Ahead, the tunnel twisted sharply to the left, and as they rounded the corner, Emily caught sight of a faint, flickering light.
It wasn't much, but it was enough to ignite a flicker of hope in her chest.
"What's that?" she asked, her voice tight with exhaustion.
"The secondary control room," Damien said, not breaking stride. "If we can get to it, we might still have a chance to override the lockdown."
Emily didn't need to ask if it was risky—everything about their situation screamed peril.