The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)

Chapter 44

Guttural groans from whatever's attacking are heard as another hole is made with more debris falling from the ceiling above where I'm crawling. Some of which smacks hard into my back, eliciting pained grunts. The bruises they'll leave behind are far from mattering so long as none of them hit my head and I'm still able to make it out of here. Hopefully in one piece.

Somehow, I get out of the death trap of a room. Standing with a slight stumble because of how fast I stood up without anything to catch myself on. A scuffle is heard on the concrete behind me and I turn around with my gun raised.

I huff an exhale of shock as I come eye to chest with the thing that rammed the elevator and caused us to crash. "Daddy," Sherry had cried out to it because she recognized this thing as the father she once knew and the husband that had once belonged to her mother, Annette. At the sight before me, I run, having seen the giant claw on one hand with the huge eye. An appendage that could be used to cut me into pieces with little effort if it had attacked the second it dropped in front of me.

Around a corner, thunderous footsteps trailing behind me. "Shit. Shit!" I feebly yell, brain groping for what to do...

The flash grenade I'd grabbed from inside a drawer of Chris's desk while searching it comes to mind suddenly. I rush across a bridge, into the rain of an open area, as I jerk the duffle bag around my body and unzip it. Rifling haphazardly through the contents because my life depends on finding the grenade. I almost fall over the ledge I'd been running towards, the same time my palm comes into contact with the flash.

Looking over my shoulder, the thing barrels at me and I drop to the floor, pushing off onto the ground below because it's either be killed or risk the ground being unstable. A wooden bridge leading to a corridor is to my right, but like in the other room, I can't get out of here yet if it means dragging that thing to Sherry.

A growl, and it drops in front of me. Sandwiching me between a long, fatal drop to god knows where, and a large container hooked up to a crane...

It throws its head back and I throw the flash. The crate is dangling several feet off the ground. Enough space I could just...

I drop to my hands and knees, then to my stomach. I roll out of the rain and view of the monster to under the container. Crawling as fast as I can to get behind the thing, knowing there's got to be a switch somewhere to move this contraption. If I find it. Since I saw nothing where I was when I'd landed on the platform, but if I do. Maybe, maybe I'll gain a small chance of using it to my advantage. If not... Let's think about that once I'm out from under a container that can fall on me and squish me like a bug.

I hear it snarling from under here; keeping a wide berth from the edge of the crate and a wary eye on the pink, red, and white muscled flesh of its overgrown feet. The shoes William had been wearing at one point are too small for how big it's become through the G-Virus. I watch as the feet turn, wildly making a three-sixty, scanning to see where I went no doubt as I'd disappeared too fast for it to keep track of.

Keeping my mouth shut tight as I try to army crawl, close to being out from under here. I can't afford to attract its attention and allow it to know where I am, what would it do then? It's strong enough to ram an elevator, it's got to be strong enough to knock this crate down.

The panic can be momentarily forgotten because I've reached the other side. A layer of watery dirt is on my chest from the platform while my pants and shirt are soaked from it. Even in danger I find myself looking forward to taking a shower when Sherry and I are out of this place, safe and sound. If you make it out alive, safe and sound.