Your curiosity overcame the feeling of fear and apprehension. After taking a few steps towards the room with strange structures, you stopped near the threshold. First, you stretched out a hand with a lamp there. After waiting a couple of moments, you stepped forward and quickly looked around. However, you didn't notice anything that looked like the unholy creature that you tried to kill earlier. This room, like the previous one, greeted you with silence and emptiness. In any case, definitely not something alive that could jump out of the darkness.
Hesitantly pulling away from the threshold, you headed to the center of the room. The strange constructions slowly acquired more and more frightening features. They did not look like the creation of a brilliant idea. If only the brilliant thought of some perverted mind. Their appearance, and the essence of their purpose, caused disgust and horror. You didn't even notice right away that you stepped on something. You recoiled sharply only when you heard a crunch under the boot.
It turned out to be a bone. Or a fragment of it. But after you stepped on it, now it resembled only a crumb of small and large fragments.
You raised the lamp higher to the ceiling, trying to examine as much as possible at a time.
There were strange dark streaks everywhere. They outlined lines, streaks of spray, strange-looking blots, in the essence of which you could see both the faces of people and animals. Fragments of bones, skulls, small pieces of something stinking and rotting. There were not only smaller metal structures on the tables, there were also tools. Frightening with their ugliness and the most incredible appearance. You understand that these things are created for anything but peaceful purposes. You would like to believe that this is just a surgeon's room, but the iron grate covered with smoke caused the opposite impression.
At that moment, the whole picture took shape at once – it's not a scientist's or a doctor's room, it's a real torture chamber. Perhaps created by those who now could not rest. The one you tried to kill.
Not wanting to stay in this place any longer, you decided to turn back. Turning around, it was as if you saw a shadow in the doorway where you were standing not so long ago. The huge door of an unknown corridor is now open, while someone was standing not far from the passage to this room. And already grabbed the ring of the door to the torture chamber.
You abruptly raise the shotgun, throw the lamp aside, intercept the weapon with both hands and manage to pull the trigger. The shot was not very accurate – the shadow easily pulled away and laughed nastily. A hideous inhuman sound echoed through the rooms. It was him – your enemy. The one whom you and all your comrades did not finish off. He was right there, right in front of you. The shadow abruptly pulled the door towards itself, you manage to shoot again. There was a crash that stunned you for a moment. The door was forcefully closed. The shotgun went off noisily, twitching in his hands. The bullet shot through the door, but you couldn't say for sure if you hit.
There was a moment of tense silence. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how the light from the abandoned lamp slowly fades. With regret, you begin to realize that it looks like it was smashed when it was thrown aside in a hurry. Perhaps, very soon, the remnants of oil will flow out of it, and then it will finally go out.
You were still holding the shotgun in your hands, even though there were no bullets left in it. You were still looking at the door waiting for your enemy.
Suddenly you hear a grinding sound, a sound as if something was being broken off, and a few more alarming sounds. You slowly approached the door, still holding the shotgun in your hands. You may not have been sure that you would defeat the creature, but you were heading to meet it, being ready to fight for your life to the very end. Whatever happens next. And you definitely have enough strength to hit this creature with the butt of a shotgun. You abruptly grab the ring on the door, pull it in your direction. But the door won't budge.
At this moment, fear takes hold of you.
You're locked up.
You were locked up by that thing. In this torture chamber. In this cold dungeon. And you don't even know if you have finished off this unholy creature. Or not.
The light behind your back dimmed at that moment.
>end of the road