True. These are nightmarish landscapes born of survivor's guilt, built on the bones of the fallen. If she pulls free of the industrial hallways with their rusted, oozing panels and hissing pipes, she may well find herself on very alien grounds.
Literally.
The mangled remains of a spaceship appears to be what she's just escaped from. She can re-route, head back inside, or pursue this stretch of barren, desolate rock and hope there's somewhere to hide amongst the cliffs. The sky overhead is tinged red, as though the sun were only just setting or rising...but there's a strange, almost veiny film over the expanse of it, as though the whole thing were contained inside the organs of some massive creature.
And there are, of course, bodies. Littered everywhere.
Would she take up back inside the claustrophobic hallways, or take her chances out in the open? Regardless, it's only a matter of time before that clicking noise catches up to her.
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Literally.
The mangled remains of a spaceship appears to be what she's just escaped from. She can re-route, head back inside, or pursue this stretch of barren, desolate rock and hope there's somewhere to hide amongst the cliffs. The sky overhead is tinged red, as though the sun were only just setting or rising...but there's a strange, almost veiny film over the expanse of it, as though the whole thing were contained inside the organs of some massive creature.
And there are, of course, bodies. Littered everywhere.
Would she take up back inside the claustrophobic hallways, or take her chances out in the open? Regardless, it's only a matter of time before that clicking noise catches up to her.