Jin ran.
He didn't think about where. He just went, ducking down the nearest row of desks with the monster crashing along behind him. It didn't go around anything. It went through. Desks flipped. Dividers snapped in half. Chairs went flying across the floor and bounced off the walls. A monitor exploded against a pillar right beside Jin's head, and bits of plastic stung the side of his face.
He could hear it breathing. Heavy and wet and angry, getting closer.
His shoulder was on fire. Every step sent pain shooting down his arm. His ribs felt like someone had kicked them in. This body wasn't built for this. Four months ago, he'd thought running up three flights of stairs was a workout.
He grabbed things as he ran.
A stapler off a desk. Then scissors out of a pencil cup. He didn't plan it. His hands just took them, the way his hands took anything when he needed it, and the blue screens popped up one after the other as he went.
🔻 [Weapon Acquired]
🔻 [Stapler]
