She reached a hallway, its length disappearing into darkness. The walls were lined with old, decaying pipes, and there were strange markings on the floor, some kind of symbol, smeared and faded. She didn't know what it meant, but it didn't matter. She wasn't here to investigate the building's history. She was here to survive.
As she moved deeper into the structure, she felt the presence again. A faint sensation, like someone, or something, was watching her. She glanced over her shoulder, but saw nothing.
Her nerves were shot.
She had to focus. She couldn't let her mind wander.
At the far end of the hallway, she saw a flicker of light. A window, barely visible through the layers of grime and ice. She moved toward it, trying to ignore the feeling that someone, or something, was just behind her.
The window wasn't large, but it was enough. She could see the storm still raging outside, the snow falling in thick sheets. There was no sign of the soldiers.
