Jack Mitchell

Running is the only option. You burst through the lab, his thundering footsteps in your back. You're pushing a massive metal table, blocking his way. The sound of metal crashing and his roar mingle in a terrifying concert. You run down the corridor hoping to find a way out, but the laboratory has turned into a maze from which there is no escape. His shadow is superimposed on the ground, waiting. Inevitable death. You run, realizing that there is almost no chance of survival. You run, and he catches up, inexorably... and with every step his steps are closer. Until his robotic hand grabs you by the collar of your clothes and knocks you to the ground, pressing your face to the cold floor.