The ruins of the resort were eerily silent as Laura made her way toward the exit, the first rays of sunlight casting long shadows across the crumbling hallways.
Her steps were light, careful, her senses sharp as she prepared to leave and head back to the base. But just as she neared the entrance, a low, guttural growl froze her in place.
Her body stiffened, and she instinctively pressed herself against the wall, straining her ears. The growl grew louder, reverberating through the cracked walls, its source dangerously close.
She turned her head slightly, and there it was—a beast, crouched just a few meters away, its hulking frame filling the corridor. Its eyes glowed an unnatural yellow, its matted fur bristling as it growled low in its throat, teeth bared in a predatory snarl.
The moment their eyes met, the beast's head snapped toward her, its maw opening wide as it lunged, its intent clear: to devour her whole.
