Station Omega
Sliding into the shadows near the crates, you hunker down to minimize your silhouette. You click off your flashlight, plunging yourself into the murk while keeping your focus trained on the barricade for any signs of activity.You seize a corroded metal pipe from the tool rack, its rough texture digging into your palms. With a deep breath, you position yourself in front of the barricade, bracing for the inevitable confrontation as adrenaline courses through you.You slip into the maintenance tunnel, the tight quarters forcing you to inch forward on your stomach. The dim light from your flashlight flickers, casting eerie shapes in the darkness as you press on despite the growing unease.You drag the bulkiest crates you can manage, stacking them hastily against the barricade as the relentless pounding reverberates through the room. The barricade shudders under the strain, and you steel yourself to intervene if it falters.