Humanities weakness.
You sprint toward one of the corpses, desperately searching for a keycard among the torn-up bodies. But the blood-soaked ground betrays you—your foot slips on the slick mess of guts and viscera, sending you crashing face-first into the pile of mangled flesh. The stench of iron and decay floods your senses as you scramble to push yourself up, your hands sinking into something wet and unrecognizable.
Behind you, the deafening roar of the chainsaw grows closer. Panic surges through your veins as you roll onto your back, just in time to see the monstrous figure towering over you. Its headless form twitches unnaturally, its grotesque belly-mouth stretching open as if savoring the moment.
With a sudden jerk, it raises the massive, rust-covered chainsaw high above its head before bringing it down in a brutal arc. The blade meets your left thigh, just below the waist, chewing through muscle and bone with sickening ease. Agonizing pain explodes through your body as blood sprays into the air like a grotesque fountain. Your screams are drowned out by the engine’s relentless growl.
The creature rips the chainsaw free, sending your severed leg tumbling into the bloodied snow. It doesn’t hesitate—turning the saw like a blade, it angles it downward, ready to plunge it straight into your torso. You try to crawl away, to shield yourself with your arm, but it’s useless. The brutal weapon slams down onto your chest, crushing your hand beneath its force before tearing through your ribs.
Your body convulses violently, blood bubbling up your throat as you gargle and choke, unable to scream. The pain fades into a numbing cold. Your vision blurs, the edges darkening as the last thing you hear is the chainsaw’s mechanical roar, blending into the howling wind.
Then, silence.
Behind you, the deafening roar of the chainsaw grows closer. Panic surges through your veins as you roll onto your back, just in time to see the monstrous figure towering over you. Its headless form twitches unnaturally, its grotesque belly-mouth stretching open as if savoring the moment.
With a sudden jerk, it raises the massive, rust-covered chainsaw high above its head before bringing it down in a brutal arc. The blade meets your left thigh, just below the waist, chewing through muscle and bone with sickening ease. Agonizing pain explodes through your body as blood sprays into the air like a grotesque fountain. Your screams are drowned out by the engine’s relentless growl.
The creature rips the chainsaw free, sending your severed leg tumbling into the bloodied snow. It doesn’t hesitate—turning the saw like a blade, it angles it downward, ready to plunge it straight into your torso. You try to crawl away, to shield yourself with your arm, but it’s useless. The brutal weapon slams down onto your chest, crushing your hand beneath its force before tearing through your ribs.
Your body convulses violently, blood bubbling up your throat as you gargle and choke, unable to scream. The pain fades into a numbing cold. Your vision blurs, the edges darkening as the last thing you hear is the chainsaw’s mechanical roar, blending into the howling wind.
Then, silence.
