Station Omega
You shove shelves and loose crates against the door, creating a makeshift barricade. As you work, the sound of faint, dragging footsteps echoes from the corridor, growing louder with each passing second.Spotting a loose vent cover in the corner of the storage room, you pry it open and squeeze into the narrow, suffocating space. The metal creaks under your weight, and as you crawl forward, a distant, guttural sound echoes from deeper within the vents.You rummage through the storage room, overturning boxes and prying open lockers in search of anything useful—tools, weapons, or even clues. Your flashlight catches something unusual: a sealed container marked with biohazard symbols and a faint, pulsating glow.Gripping your weapon tightly, you step back into the corridor and face the source of the approaching footsteps. The flickering emergency lights cast shifting shadows, and as the sound grows nearer, you brace yourself for whatever—or whoever—emerges from the darkness.