"Shit. Run!"
Until Christopher shouted it again they stormed off as fast as their legs could run.
None of them needed convincing. They were already moving before the word finished leaving his mouth, boots hammering against the floor as they sprinted down the eighth-floor corridor with the Hybrid crashing after them. The hallway felt too narrow now, too straight, too exposed. Every step seemed to trap them more instead of getting them out.
And they had badly underestimated the thing.
It wasn't just strong.
It learned.
Cindy glanced back for half a second while she ran and her whole face changed.
"Watch out!"
Christopher twisted first, Rachel right behind him, and both of them saw it at once.
The Hybrid had ripped splintered chunks from the stairwell door it had burst through, and now it was hurling them at them with enough force to kill. The first slab of broken wood and bent metal came spinning down the corridor fast enough to whistle.
