บท 34: Chapter 34: The Hive's Maw

The stench of the Hive clung to the air like rot, heavy and damp, thick with the weight of decay and secrets buried beneath layers of steel. My boots sloshed through the grime, every step echoing like a drumbeat down the endless corridor. The walls were slick, coated in some kind of organic residue that pulsed under the dim, flickering lights. It felt alive, as if the Hive itself was breathing with us, watching. Waiting.

Ahead, the door loomed like a monolith, a massive slab of cold, unyielding metal, the machinery humming quietly beneath its surface. I wiped the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand and squinted, my eyes flicking across the intricate layers of locks and digital panels. This wasn't just a door. It was a barricade. Something meant to keep us out... or keep something in.

Alice stepped up beside me, her movements fluid, controlled. She was always like that—calm, deliberate, but with that edge, like a storm waiting to break. Her voice, low and measured, cut through the oppressive silence. "That door doesn't belong here."

She was right. Everything about this place felt wrong. The corridor, the walls, even the air. It was stale, dead, and the door was like the final insult—a barrier standing between us and the truth.

Shade gripped his MP5A3 tighter, his knuckles pale under the pressure. The man had been through hell and back, but this place, it had him on edge. "It's locked for a reason."

I didn't need to hear it. The tension in his voice was enough. But we didn't have the luxury of waiting. Not now. I stepped forward, cracking my neck as I approached the terminal beside the door. My fingers moved instinctively, typing faster than my brain could process, decrypting the system one line of code at a time. "Nothing stays locked forever."

A faint whirring noise filled the corridor, a quiet reminder that something was still lurking, still moving just beyond our sight. Alice took a step back, her hand hovering over her Beretta. I could feel her eyes scanning the shadows, her body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Rain stood just behind her, mouth set in a hard line, her eyes flicking between the walls and the door, always on edge, always ready to react. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to.

The screen in front of me lit up with streams of green code, flashing too fast to follow. My fingers worked furiously, but every second felt like an eternity. "Give me a minute," I muttered.

Davis, standing behind me, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the tension radiating off him in waves. "We don't have a minute." His voice was gruff, deeper than usual, the stress clawing at him. We'd been pushing ourselves to the limit for days, but this was different. This was survival.

The terminal let out a sharp beep, the final lock disengaging with a low hiss. I stepped back, exhaling through my nose. "Got it."

The mechanisms groaned to life, metal grinding and clanking as gears shifted and turned, pulling the door aside inch by inch. It felt like the walls themselves were protesting, refusing to let us through. Every sound scraped against my nerves, setting my teeth on edge.

Miller's breath quickened, his fingers tightening on his G36C. He was sweating, but it wasn't from the heat. It was the tension, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. "You hear that?" he said, voice hushed but strained. "Whatever's behind that thing doesn't want us here."

"Stay back," Shade ordered, raising a hand to stop him. His voice was flat, no room for argument. "We don't know what's on the other side."

A low thud echoed from behind the door, something large shifting in the darkness beyond. My stomach twisted. Whatever it was, it was waiting for us.

The door creaked one final time before it slid open fully, revealing a gaping black void. The Hive seemed to hold its breath, the silence thick and suffocating. Rain pulled down her night-vision goggles, the familiar green hue washing over her face. She cursed under her breath. "Can't see a damn thing."

The air was colder on this side, thick with an unshakable sense of dread. Alice took a cautious step forward, but stopped just short of the threshold, her instincts screaming. "Whatever this place is, we're not meant to go in."

I looked into the abyss ahead, my mind already running through every possibility. I could feel the weight of every step we'd taken, the moments leading up to this point pressing down on me. But there was no room for fear. Not now. "We've come this far," I said, my voice steady, despite the chaos churning inside me. "There's no turning back."

Davis wiped his brow again, his face pale, knuckles white around the grip of his SCAR-L. The gnawing sense of doom was getting to him, getting to all of us.

Shade pulled down his own night-vision goggles, his voice grim and final. "Move forward in formation. Watch each other's six. We're not alone down here."

We stepped into the blackness, one by one, the cold biting at my skin, the silence amplifying every breath, every heartbeat. The darkness swallowed us whole, the corridor behind disappearing into nothingness.

I led the charge, my HK416 gripped tight in my hands, every sense alert, every muscle tensed. The Hive felt more alive with every step we took, like it was waiting, watching. We were walking into something. Something that wasn't going to let us leave.

Rain's voice cut through the silence, sharp and unforgiving. "Whatever's waiting for us—it knows we're coming."

Alice's voice was calm, even as she pulled her Beretta free from its holster, her grip steady despite the weight of what lay ahead. "We do this together."

The floor beneath my boots shifted slightly, uneven, as if something was pulsing beneath the surface. My jaw clenched. Whatever the Hive was hiding, it wasn't just walls and steel. It was alive, and it was waiting for us to make the first mistake.

Shade's footsteps echoed beside me, steady and deliberate. He didn't need to say anything. We all knew the score. We all knew what was at stake.

As we disappeared deeper into the abyss, the last sound we heard was the quiet click of the door behind us sealing shut. Trapping us inside.

Whatever was in the Hive was no longer just a threat. It was hunting us. And it was already too late to turn back.