The tunnels stretched endlessly beneath the ruins of the old world — a labyrinth of steel veins and flickering power conduits humming with forgotten energy. The group moved quietly, their footsteps echoing off the damp walls.
Ethan led the way, his flashlight cutting through the haze. Behind him, Maya kept close, her eyes sharp and restless. Dr. Myles walked in silence, one hand brushing the metal surface of the wall as if feeling for something buried within it. Agent Hannah followed with her rifle raised, every corner of her body tense, while Dr. Taylor brought up the rear, her portable scanner flickering in rhythmic bursts.
Adrian Vale’s voice crackled through the comms.
“I’m reading faint heat signatures ahead. Not Facility troops — possibly drones left from the early prototypes. Mov
