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CHAPTER 229: THE EDGE OF OBLIVION
THE EDGE OF OBLIVION
You don't have time to think. Instinctively, you rush forward, grabbing the injured survivor with your free hand. The tunnel's ceiling cracks violently, chunks of debris plummeting around you like a deadly hailstorm. You grit your teeth, adrenaline surging through your veins, as you pull them towards a hollow in the wall—a small alcove partially shielded from the falling destruction.
In a blur of motion, you shove the survivor into the alcove and throw yourself on top to shield them from the worst of the debris. Pain flares across your back as rubble strikes, each impact a sharp reminder of your decision's cost. The roar of collapsing concrete fades to a muted rumble, leaving only the sound of your labored breaths and the survivor's pained moans.
The dust settles, and the tunnel is left in a haunting silence, the air thick with grit. You push yourself up, every muscle protesting, and check the survivor. They're alive, though barely conscious, eyes fluttering as they struggle to stay awake.
Suddenly, a distant but distinct noise echoes down the tunnel—footsteps, deliberate and heavy, unmistakably approaching. Your heart lurches at the thought that it might be the Abomination, having returned to finish what it started. You're out of time, and your options are quickly dwindling.
In a blur of motion, you shove the survivor into the alcove and throw yourself on top to shield them from the worst of the debris. Pain flares across your back as rubble strikes, each impact a sharp reminder of your decision's cost. The roar of collapsing concrete fades to a muted rumble, leaving only the sound of your labored breaths and the survivor's pained moans.
The dust settles, and the tunnel is left in a haunting silence, the air thick with grit. You push yourself up, every muscle protesting, and check the survivor. They're alive, though barely conscious, eyes fluttering as they struggle to stay awake.
Suddenly, a distant but distinct noise echoes down the tunnel—footsteps, deliberate and heavy, unmistakably approaching. Your heart lurches at the thought that it might be the Abomination, having returned to finish what it started. You're out of time, and your options are quickly dwindling.