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CHAPTER 190: A LEAP OF FAITH
A Leap of Faith
With a final surge of willpower, you release your grip on the Abomination's slimy hide, propelling yourself through the air towards the survivor. As you collide with him, the two of you tumble to the ground, each roll a bone-jarring jolt through your bodies. The impact sends you both skidding across the debris-littered alley, narrowly missing jagged chunks of concrete and twisted metal.
Behind you, the Abomination roars in confused fury, its massive hands swatting at the air where you once clung. It barrels past, its momentum carrying it into the alley's far wall, causing an avalanche of bricks and dust. The alley reverberates with the creature's enraged howls, its thrashing form shrouded in a cloud of destruction.
Coughing amidst the dust and chaos, you push yourself to your knees, instinctively scanning for the survivor. He's beside you, eyes wide with shock but alive, and you feel a flicker of hope amidst the terror. But the moment is fleeting—the Abomination is already recovering, its monstrous silhouette looming once more.
With the beast's attention diverted by its own struggles, you have precious seconds to act. But the alley offers little in the way of refuge or weaponry, and the clock ticks ominously in your head.
Behind you, the Abomination roars in confused fury, its massive hands swatting at the air where you once clung. It barrels past, its momentum carrying it into the alley's far wall, causing an avalanche of bricks and dust. The alley reverberates with the creature's enraged howls, its thrashing form shrouded in a cloud of destruction.
Coughing amidst the dust and chaos, you push yourself to your knees, instinctively scanning for the survivor. He's beside you, eyes wide with shock but alive, and you feel a flicker of hope amidst the terror. But the moment is fleeting—the Abomination is already recovering, its monstrous silhouette looming once more.
With the beast's attention diverted by its own struggles, you have precious seconds to act. But the alley offers little in the way of refuge or weaponry, and the clock ticks ominously in your head.