>> Haul. Ass.

You fucking book it, dashing through the dark doorway, your flashlight beam bouncing here and there as you move, illuminating a long, debris filled hallway ahead of you. You’re glad for your combat training, you think you have an edge on the thing following you as you run.

There’s two pairs of double doors on your left, one nearby, and one about halfway down the hall. On your right is a nearby door that looks partially open, and you think you see another door on your right distantly down the hall.

It’s hard to make out the end of the hallway. As your flashlight jitters you think you see a corner leading down another hall, but you aren’t sure.