Claire crouched beside a crumbling wall, her flashlight sweeping over a faint, almost hidden hatch embedded in the concrete. “This isn’t on any map I’ve seen,” she murmured, her voice low.

You peered over her shoulder, heart pounding. “Should we… open it?”

Claire’s hand rested on the latch. “We came this far. There’s no turning back now.”

With a grunt, she pulled the hatch open. A metal ladder descended into darkness, the scent of mildew and something metallic hitting you immediately. You both climbed down carefully, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the confined space.

At the bottom, the bunker stretched out—a sterile hallway lined with rooms, their doors hanging open. Broken equipment and shattered glass littered the floor. Claire’s flashlight landed on a series of charts and vials, many of them labeled with strange codes.

“God… what is this place?” you whispered, feeling a chill crawl up your spine.

Claire’s eyes scanned a nearby room. Inside were tanks filled with murky fluid, some containing humanoid figures suspended motionless. Bloodstains ran along the floor, and handwritten notes hinted at failed experiments. “This… this is a lab,” she said, jaw tight. “They weren’t just studying the virus… they were experimenting on people.”

A low hiss echoed from the far end of the hallway. You froze, Claire raising her weapon instinctively. “Someone… or something’s here,” she said.

You moved cautiously behind her as the sound grew louder. Broken doors creaked open and a dark figure lurched out—twisted, mutated, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Claire fired first, forcing it back, then motioned for you to follow her deeper into the bunker.

As you ran down the labyrinthine corridors, the evidence of the experiments became more disturbing: journals detailing injections and genetic manipulation, cages with skeletal remains, and strange chemical stains that glowed faintly in the dark.

Finally, you reached a secure door marked with a biohazard symbol. Claire’s hands shook slightly as she pushed it open, revealing a room filled with samples and files—possibly the key to understanding what had happened here.

“This… this is huge,” she breathed. “If we survive this, we can expose them… stop anyone else from doing this.”

You glanced at her, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “We’ll survive. Together.”

Claire gave you a grim smile. “Yeah… together. But first… let’s get out of this place alive.”