#83: Infestation

“The substance is emanating from the door,” Kelsey observed grimly. “It’s infected the entire sub. The Patriot is no longer ours; it belongs to it.” Despite the overwhelming sense of despair, Kelsey refused to surrender. With determination coursing through her veins, she pivoted on her heel and dashed toward another door. The Patriot boasted numerous passageways and exits; surely, they would find an opening. They had to.

With her crew in tow, minus one, they retraced their steps, their footsteps echoing through the dim corridors. Kelsey prayed fervently that this door would offer them a way out, sparing them from the clutches of the encroaching darkness.