Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pounding on the metal door was getting louder. I hugged my newborn son closer to my chest, trying to soothe his cries. Jack paced back and forth, looking for anything in the small room that could help us.
"We can't stay here," he said, his voice tense. "That door won't hold much longer."
I nodded, feeling scared and exhausted. The pain from giving birth was still overwhelming. But I knew Jack was right - we had to keep moving.
Jack's eyes swept the space before landing on a grate in the floor. He rushed over and pried it open with a grunt, revealing a narrow passageway below.
"It's a drainage tunnel," he explained quickly. "It might lead us out of here."
The thought of crawling through a dirty, dark tunnel made my stomach turn. But the sound of the cyborg tryin
