The footsteps were getting louder. Dozens of them. Wet, dragging, uneven. Like bare feet sliding across tile, the claws of the monster scraping metal as it drag along the wall's and the roof, cutting and digging away at the metal pipes above.
Nellie gritted her teeth and took a step back, raising the Desert Eagle. Her pulse hammered in her ears like a drum, it was becoming progressively harder to breathe as the seconds go by.
"Okay… okay… breathe Nellie breathe." She muttered, her finger resting tight on the trigger. "You've been through worse... If you can survive that bitch you can sure as hell survive this as well, even without D's help."
