Kicking off the falling catwalk, you stretch out both arms – your empty hand misses entirely, but the gun wedges on the handrail… giving you the chance to pull yourself up to safety.
Looking down, you see rocks jutting from the frothy waters, knowing there was no way you could have survived that fall. You take a deep breath and proceed on down the catwalk, which edges away gradually from the cliff line, over the canopy, up into a rise, angling the docks out of view for a moment. To the right in the hills is a radio tower. This is a bit disconcerting for you, given every other step of the way has been fraught with setbacks… but minutes later you’re there! Right before the docks, safe, free, striding for the last boat. About a hundred yards away, employees of the facility and naga alike spot you and wave, and you begin jogging to your freedom!
...this is too good to be true… too good…
…but you only manage a few steps, before out of the waters, on either side, two figures jet up and on the docks before you in a wet spray… eight feet tall and hideous. Scaled, fanged, clawed, finned… and feet away. Two of the naga and a scientist take up guns, but at their distance, they hesitate, clearly fearing they’d hit you. You, on the other hand, have no reservations about opening fire. Two into the closest one… closer by a foot, but that doesn’t stop the other from stepping in past its collapsing partner, slashing into you viciously. Your blood jets and spatters as you take steps back, firing another round, which seems to do nothing… reloading with your last four rounds, you’re driven back, narrowly avoiding each swift swipe, as they criss-cross the air, one winging your vest. Back at the catwalk, you manage to get the clip in, and take one more shot, dropping the beast at your feet. But now, gunshots erupt from the dock below, and you stare in total dismay as more of the creatures, a score now at least, leap up onto the docks… the boat begins to pull free as men fire away, trying to stave off the tide of beasts.
It seems bad luck follows you wherever you go…
