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You are engulfed by a bristling wave of black bodies.
You are bitten.
You split the rat's skull open. Its body stiffens and then goes limp.
You missed.
Sharp claws rake your chest and razor-like fangs burrow into you.
A single monster rat sits gnawing a thick grey strand of intestine beside the corpse.
The lift is coming.
Fourth floor.
Third floor.
Second floor.
First floor.
Ground floor.
The rat waits, tensed and quivering.
Basement! The door opens.
The lift doors are open.
The lift doors are closed.
The door is open.
The ventilation shaft is open.
A grill covers the ventilation shaft.
There is a lift at the end of the corridor, with the half-eaten corpse of a soldier lying in front of it.
The door is closed.
A slick black mass of rats floods into the room.
You hear noises coming from the corridor.
You dive inside and close the doors. You're safe now.
The rats are gnawing through the door.
The rats are nearly through the door.
You hear scrabbling noises coming from the ventilation shaft.
You can hear scrabbling noises coming from back along the shaft.
You can hear scrabbling noises.
The shaft is filled with an awful screeching.
An awful screeching comes from the ventilation shaft.
A slick black river of vermin pours out of the ventilation shaft.
You are Foskins, the Under-Secretary of State.
The lights go out. The speaker above the door crackles, "...into the corridor...we'll get to...hold on Sir...",
The emergency lights come on.
You are in the control room.
You are in the ventilation shaft.
You are in the corridor.
a loaded rifle
an unloaded rifle
a dead rat
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