Blood. Blood everywhere.

Isaac tried to focus, breathing heavily, but his vision was blurry. Each encounter with the necromorphs took his strength, but not his time. Time moved differently here - it flowed both quickly and slowly, through his fingers like sand, mixing with screams, the whirring of machines, the blasts of the plasma cutter and the dull thud of his boots on the metal floor.

He had already stopped counting the hours spent on the Ishimura. "I have to move on," he told himself silently, clutching the cutter tighter in his hands. "Nicole... I have to find you."

The echo of footsteps, his own or not, echoed down the hallway, forcing him to raise his weapon each time, ready to fire another shot. In this place, you can never be sure who you'll meet around the next corner. But he couldn't afford to stop. Nicole was somewhere ahead. His thoughts returned to her again and again, he thought of her as a light that would help him get out of here. Save themselves together.

Suddenly he noticed something ahead, in the dim light of the constantly flickering light. A silhouette... Isaac froze in the middle of the corridor, because the figure seemed so familiar to him.

"Nicole?"

He squinted, trying to focus his gaze on the figure.