Station Omega
You lean into the comms unit, your voice low and urgent as you call out for Carter, your flashlight casting long shadows around the hatch. The static in your earpiece seems to stretch time, your breath hitching with the weight of anticipation.You force the hatch shut and twist the lock with all your strength, the sound of it sealing giving you a fleeting sense of relief. With your flashlight illuminating the shadowy corridor, you take a step back, poised to make a run for the maintenance bay.Kneeling at the entrance, you take a deep breath before crawling into the maintenance tunnel, the flashlight casting uneven light on the cramped walls. Each clang echoes closer, the shadows twisting and stretching in unsettling patterns.You pick up a rusted wrench lying amidst the scattered debris and toss it forcefully into the shadowy tunnel ahead. The metallic echo rings out sharply, but the oppressive quiet that ensues sends a chill down your spine.