Capítulo 24: Chapter 24: Alice’s Descent
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴.
Her breath caught in her throat, a thin mist forming with each exhale as the temperature plunged. The passage stretched ahead, a claustrophobic tunnel barely wide enough for her shoulders. The stone beneath her boots felt uneven, worn by time, but more unnervingly, it seemed almost warm against the icy air—as if the ground itself held some residual heat from the horrors that once lurked here.
Alice's grip tightened around the handle of her Beretta, the cold metal a familiar comfort. She checked the chamber—a smooth, practiced motion—and reassured herself with the weight of the weapon in her hand. Fifteen rounds in the current magazine, thirty more in her vest. Just enough, if she was careful. She'd fought worse odds before. But this time, it wasn't just what might be waiting for her in the dark that gnawed at her; it was what lay buried within her own mind, scratching at the surface, threatening to break free.
The darkness ahead seemed to pulse, as if alive. She forced herself to keep moving, each step a deliberate push against the tide of unease rising within her. Shadows flickered at the edges of her vision, too quick to be real, yet too vivid to ignore. The walls closed in, their rough texture scraping against her tactical vest as she pressed on.
Fragments of memory assaulted her—flashes of sterile white rooms, the stench of antiseptic mingling with the coppery tang of blood, the deafening silence that followed each scream. Her vision blurred for a moment, the passage around her warping into the cold steel corridors of the Hive. She blinked, and the stone walls snapped back into focus, but the memories lingered, like ghosts whispering in her ear.
A sharp pain shot through her temple, and she stumbled, catching herself against the wall. The cold stone bit into her palms, grounding her. She took a deep breath, forcing the images back into the recesses of her mind. There was no room for weakness. Not now. Not here.
The passage sloped downward, the descent steepening with each step. Alice's muscles tensed, her senses sharpening in the oppressive silence. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, each thud synchronizing with the distant, almost imperceptible hum that seemed to emanate from the walls. She scanned the darkness ahead, her Beretta held low but ready, finger resting on the trigger guard.
The further she went, the more the air thickened, carrying with it the stench of decay and something else—something sweet, almost cloying. It wrapped around her like a shroud, suffocating and inescapable. She paused, her instincts screaming at her to turn back, but she shoved the thought aside. There was no turning back. Not now. Not ever.
Finally, the passage opened into a small, dimly lit chamber. The light here was unnatural, a sickly yellow glow that barely pushed back the shadows clinging to the edges of the room. The air was still, oppressive, and the walls seemed to press in even more, as if the room itself were alive, breathing in sync with her own strained breaths.
At the far end of the chamber stood a door, its surface warped and pitted with age. The metal was rusted, its surface mottled with dark streaks that might have been old blood. It was an ugly thing, out of place, an ominous relic that didn't belong in the world of stone and shadow.
Alice hesitated, her fingers curling into a fist at her side. This door felt different—dangerous in a way she couldn't quite articulate. Every instinct screamed at her to leave it shut, to walk away. But she knew, deep down, that what she sought lay beyond it. Answers. Or perhaps more questions. She wasn't sure which terrified her more.
She approached, her steps careful, measured. The floor beneath her creaked, the sound too loud in the silence. She stopped in front of the door, her hand hovering just above the rusted handle. The metal was cold, almost painfully so, even through her gloves. She could feel the weight of her decision pressing down on her, the culmination of every choice she had made since waking up in this nightmare.
Her grip tightened, knuckles turning white. The door felt heavier than it should have, resisting her push as if it, too, feared what lay beyond. But she wasn't about to be deterred. With a deep breath, she forced the door open, the hinges groaning in protest.
The darkness beyond the door was absolute, a yawning abyss that seemed to swallow the dim light from the chamber. Alice's pulse quickened, her breath hitching in her throat as she stared into the void. She could feel it—a presence, something ancient and malevolent, lurking just out of sight.
The door creaked wider, revealing only more darkness. Her instincts screamed at her to pull back, to slam the door shut and never look back. But that primal urge, the one that had driven her forward this far, refused to let her. She stepped closer, her free hand reaching out to touch the edge of the doorway.
As her fingers brushed against the cold metal, something shifted in the darkness beyond—a faint, almost imperceptible movement. Alice's breath caught, her heart skipping a beat. The world narrowed to this moment, this door, this threshold between the known and the unknown.
And then, without warning, the ground beneath her trembled. The walls around her seemed to pulse in response, the rhythmic hum intensifying, growing louder, more insistent. The chamber itself seemed to come alive, the oppressive air growing thicker, heavier, as if it were trying to crush her.
Alice's eyes widened as the darkness began to bleed into the room, the shadows creeping closer, enveloping her. The door, half-open, trembled in its frame, and the floor buckled beneath her feet. She stumbled, barely catching herself as the world around her began to unravel.
The darkness surged forward, swallowing the light, the room, everything. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the world snapped back into focus. The door slammed shut with a deafening clang, and the room was plunged into silence once more.
Alice stood there, breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hand still clutched the Beretta, her knuckles white against the dark metal. She stared at the door, her mind racing, trying to process what had just happened. But there were no answers, only more questions.
The silence stretched on, oppressive and unyielding. The darkness beyond the door remained, an impenetrable void that held secrets she wasn't sure she wanted to uncover. But she knew she had to. There was no other choice. Not anymore.
Taking a deep breath, Alice steeled herself, pushing back the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She reached out for the door again, her hand trembling slightly. This time, when she gripped the handle, the metal was warm—almost too warm—and it sent a shiver down her spine.
With grim determination, she pushed the door open once more, the creak of the hinges echoing in the silence. The darkness beyond seemed to pulse, alive and waiting.
Alice stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the unknown.
𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘷𝘦.
𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭—𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.
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