Capítulo 32: Chapter 32: Traps and Team Tensions
The air in the Hive felt like it was pressing in on them, suffocating with the weight of a thousand unseen threats. The team advanced through the labyrinthine corridors, every footfall measured, each shadow a potential death sentence. The oppressive atmosphere gnawed at their nerves, the narrow passageways squeezing tighter as they descended deeper into the bowels of the facility. Flickering lights above cast dancing shadows, which twisted and distorted the already eerie surroundings.
They moved in a tight formation, weapons raised, eyes scanning every corner. Alice led, her Beretta held steady in front of her. She paused, her sharp blue eyes narrowing as she scanned the darkened path ahead. Her instincts screamed at her to stop, and she raised a hand, signaling for the team to halt.
"What is it?" Ethan's voice was a whisper, but it carried the edge of someone constantly on high alert.
Alice didn't answer immediately. Instead, she crouched, examining the ground. The others waited, tense, weapons at the ready. The silence was broken only by the soft hum of the Hive's systems, a low, menacing sound that seemed to echo off the walls.
Then, a faint red beam flickered into existence, sweeping across the corridor in front of them. Ethan reacted instantly, grabbing Rain and yanking her back as the laser grid activated. Thin lines of light sliced through the air with lethal precision, the red glow illuminating their faces.
The grid vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving a scorch mark on the steel floor. Ethan's chest heaved as he released Rain, who gave him a curt nod of thanks, her usual stoic expression betrayed by the slight tremor in her hands as she adjusted her grip on her MP7.
"Stay sharp," Shade growled from the rear, his voice gruff, masking an undercurrent of unease. His eyes swept the corridor, seeing more than just the physical space—it was as if he could feel the Hive itself, a living entity, testing them, learning from their every move.
The team pressed on, more cautiously now. Each step was a gamble, each breath a potential trigger for another trap. The tension was palpable, and it was beginning to fray at the edges of the group's unity.
Kaplan, the youngest and least experienced of the team, was visibly struggling. His hands shook as he crouched to examine a pressure plate, sweat beading on his forehead. His fingers fumbled with the wires, trying to disarm the mechanism.
"Hurry it up, Kaplan," Davis snapped, his usual gruff tone laced with irritation. The older soldier's patience was wearing thin, his nerves stretched to their limit by the constant threat of death. Kaplan flinched, his anxiety only worsening under the pressure.
"I'm trying!" Kaplan's voice wavered, his hands trembling as he worked. The beads of sweat rolling down his face were a stark contrast to the cold metal beneath his fingertips.
Alice remained calm, her voice steady as she broke the tense silence. "We're being herded," she observed, her tone matter-of-fact as she scanned their surroundings. "The traps—they're leading us somewhere."
Shade nodded, acknowledging her insight with a grim set to his jaw. "We keep moving," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. The weight of command hung heavy on his shoulders, and for a moment, the strain was visible in his eyes before he turned his attention back to the path ahead.
Ethan stayed close to Alice, his presence a silent reassurance. His sharp eyes caught every shift in the shadows, every minute detail that could hint at another trap. Years of brutal training had honed his instincts, but even he could sense the growing unease within the team. Rain, usually unflappable under pressure, was more withdrawn, her focus fractured. Her hands trembled slightly as she reloaded her weapon, the subtle sign of the psychological toll the Hive was exacting on her.
The team encountered another trap, more complex than the last. A sequence of pressure plates and laser grids that required precise timing and coordination to navigate. The hallway seemed to close in on them, the walls lined with small, lethal mechanisms that glinted ominously in the dim light.
"This is suicide," Davis hissed, his eyes darting from the pressure plates to the laser emitters. His voice was low but filled with frustration. "We're sitting ducks in here!"
Shade's response was cold and clipped, betraying none of the fear gnawing at his gut. "We stick to the plan."
The tension between them was electric, a spark that threatened to ignite the powder keg of emotions brewing beneath the surface. The others watched the exchange in uneasy silence, their own fears mirrored in the hard lines of their faces.
Ethan stepped forward, his voice cutting through the argument with the calm authority of someone used to life-or-death situations. "We don't have time for this." His words were a reminder of the stakes—a reminder that hesitation could mean death.
The team fell into a tense silence, the argument unresolved but momentarily shelved. They moved as one, navigating the trap with calculated precision. But just when it seemed they had outsmarted the Hive, the floor beneath them shifted, the panels sliding apart to reveal a hidden pit lined with deadly spikes.
Kaplan, who had been in the lead, stumbled as the ground gave way. His wide eyes locked onto the deadly spikes below, and for a moment, it seemed like he was lost. But Ethan moved swiftly, grabbing the young soldier by the collar and hauling him back to safety.
The near-miss sent a shudder through the group. It was a stark reminder that no matter how careful they were, the Hive was always one step ahead. The facility was a living, breathing entity, and it was learning from their every move.
As they regrouped, the team's nerves were visibly frayed. Alice exchanged a glance with Shade, a silent understanding passing between them. Both knew that the Hive was pushing them to their limits, and it was only a matter of time before something—or someone—broke.
Kaplan, pale and trembling, looked around at the others, his voice barely more than a whisper. "How much longer can we keep this up?"
No one answered. The silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken truth—they were deep in enemy territory, and there was no turning back. The deeper they went, the more certain it became that they were not meant to leave this place alive.
They pressed on, the corridor leading them to a large, reinforced door. The red and white logo of the Umbrella Corporation was emblazoned on its surface, a stark reminder of the power they were up against.
Shade stepped forward, his hand hovering over the keypad. He hesitated for just a moment, his fingers trembling before he punched in the code. The door slowly slid open, revealing a darkened chamber beyond.
The team exchanged uneasy glances, but there was no turning back now. They stepped through the threshold, the door sliding shut behind them with an ominous thud that echoed through the darkness.
They stood at the edge of the abyss, their weapons ready, their nerves stretched thin. The darkness ahead was impenetrable, filled with unknown dangers. They had survived the traps so far, but the worst was yet to come.
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