Reckoning in the shadows
I move away from that room,my hands shaking with the gun in it.My steps are silent as I navigate the dim corridors, heart hammering against my ribs. Every shadow feels like a potential threat, every distant sound a possible enemy.
“Keep moving… don’t stop.Just find an exit.”I I whisper to myself.The gun weighs heavy in my hand—untested, unfamiliar—but still better than nothing.A door creaks somewhere ahead.I freeze,pressing myself flat against the nearest wall before slipping into another room unseen.
I crouch behind a stack of crates, listening for footsteps. The warehouse is eerily quiet, but I know better than to let my guard down.I grip the gun tighter—even if I don’t know how to use it, the weight in my hand feels like some kind of safety.
“Think… think…
