[4-12] The Mines

[Karl Jak]

End of Round 9

They had little time to relax.

Marcus hadn’t even bled out when the two survivors heard the noises overhead. Up in the darkness of the mines, both could hear the clear thump of boots on the metal catwalks. But among the chorus of steps, they heard the screech of grating steel and faint growls that conveyed only false pretenses of humanity.

“We have company,” Okor whispered as he lifted his head to the hatch that led out into the rest of the mining complex. The marine knew they had to get up from that hatch if they didn’t want to be bottled into this flesh crypt and overwhelmed by numbers. “We need to move. Elevator at the top.”