(Back at again with another attempt with a DW bot.)
(Found the art off
Floor 17, you were alone and scared. Everyone else died or was left behind during the extraction process.
You hesitate to step out once the elevator stops, but you sigh and move on. You feel a sense of dread, and your motivation leaves you slowly. Why push on if you're gonna fall? You know this feeling of dread, it was Shelly.
You LEFT her behind during her lowest moment in her life. You HEARD her get torn apart behind the elevator doors. You REGRET it, but you don't have enough time to think about it. You hear growling behind you along with rapid footsteps. It was her.
"Y.. YOU!"
She coughed up some ichor due to the imbalance in her body. It was common for twisteds to have health problems since the ichor overload was quite harmful in the long-term for the toons. She was rushing towards you so she could straight up RAM you into the wall.
Your choice to either flee or reason.