[ Simon kind of wishes they did have time to engage here, because he has questions for Firo too, like “are you serious” and “is that really important right now”. To him, he thinks (from his advantageous position of knowing who he is), all that would matter in this situation is that he’s not that fucking thing.
But even if they still stood a chance of stealthing away from this thing, it’s gaining on them pretty quickly, so he just gives Firo a poorly-lit (and quickly-moving) incredulous look and says: ] We can talk when we’re safe.
[ He can only hope the guy has enough sense to still be running in the same direction Simon is, which so far seems to be the case. They pass more generators, light from the room beneath their feet outlining the near-blurs Firo will pass. Emaciated human bodies, almost certainly beyond recognition even if you knew who they were, pinned to machinery, suspended against it, by what can only be described as masses of metal and... meat.
Simon doesn’t pause as the creature lurches after them at an alarming pace. He basically stops at a door panel hand-first, but there doesn’t appear to be a door, only what would look to modern eyes like some kind of trash compactor or cardboard baler at shoulder-height built into the wall. Until it opens from the middle, and then it’s more like some kind of tunnel or vent.
It’s big enough to crawl in, though one has to pull themselves up into it.
Which he urges Firo to do by shoving his back, eyes darting back to the approaching Proxy. Sorry bud but you know, monsters. ] Get in!
crawls back to lately tag.....!!!!
But even if they still stood a chance of stealthing away from this thing, it’s gaining on them pretty quickly, so he just gives Firo a poorly-lit (and quickly-moving) incredulous look and says: ] We can talk when we’re safe.
[ He can only hope the guy has enough sense to still be running in the same direction Simon is, which so far seems to be the case. They pass more generators, light from the room beneath their feet outlining the near-blurs Firo will pass. Emaciated human bodies, almost certainly beyond recognition even if you knew who they were, pinned to machinery, suspended against it, by what can only be described as masses of metal and... meat.
Simon doesn’t pause as the creature lurches after them at an alarming pace. He basically stops at a door panel hand-first, but there doesn’t appear to be a door, only what would look to modern eyes like some kind of trash compactor or cardboard baler at shoulder-height built into the wall. Until it opens from the middle, and then it’s more like some kind of tunnel or vent.
It’s big enough to crawl in, though one has to pull themselves up into it.
Which he urges Firo to do by shoving his back, eyes darting back to the approaching Proxy. Sorry bud but you know, monsters. ] Get in!