His heart was beating out of his chest, so furiously, he was afraid that the creature might hear it beating. As he crouched behind the wall, he knew he was the last person alive.
The creature was circling the room, he could hear the footsteps scratching around getting quieter and then louder and then quieter again.
For once in his life, he had no idea how to escape.
It was really an insult to his profession (his old profession) testing games. Perhaps this was karma for all those rude feedback forms he had given back. He had been so arrogant saying how easy everything was.
The way he thought had always been so logical and now this was so illogical that he couldn't figure it out.
The footsteps stopped.
He was convinced the creature was standing above him.
'If I hadn't been so selfish...Things could've been different' he thought to himself
The warm, wet breath of the beast spat down on him.
'I should've rescued her...I should have taken her with me.' he thought again, tears beginning to come to his eyes as he looked up, realising his fate.
The beast thrashed down on him.
One blinding pain blasted him straight through a white light...There was a ringing sound.
He was weightless.
He was invisible.
He opened his eyes.
Max inhaled deeply, like he was coming up from underwater.
He was scared and unaware of everything...The knowledge of what was and all his previous thoughts slowly began to sink into his subconscious...
"When the time is right...You will remember...You must prevail" a voice echoed. He didn't know what the voice was. Was it his own mind? Was it an angel? Or something more?
He wanted to clutch onto it, he wanted to keep everything. For some reason the name Angela came to his mind.
And then the wipeout.
The time was 4.56am when he was re-born.
15 YEARS LATER...