Help me

I crept through the blood-soaked hallways. The stench of death was overwhelming. My legs trembled. I tripped—

Fuck.

I hit the ground, instincts screaming at me to play dead.

A screech echoed. Sharp. Unnatural. Too close.

Then—I heard it crawl.

The ceiling was its new hunting ground. My breath hitched. My body locked up.

A sickening crack—its head twisted in a full, unnatural spin.

But it didn't see me.

The second it left, I crawled toward the security office. Two minutes felt like an eternity. I yanked open the door, shoving the couch in front of it—

And then I saw it.

A gun.

The walkie-talkie crackled.

"Anyone there? Hello?"

Panic slammed into me.

The creature screeched, banging against the door.

The food is running out. The creature won't leave. I charged my phone and called 911. Spent my last battery writing this plead for help.