For a brief moment, John thought his eyes would explode until the echo of heavy breathing and the sound of his cybernetic eye rebooting in the darkness calmed his racing heart.
His vision gradually returned.
Shards of glass scattered around him.
John covered his slightly heated eye and got up, rushing into the iron door on the ground floor of the building.
Two bodies suddenly fell from above.
Screams and gunshots echoed from the floor above his head.
[Mission Objectives Updated]
[Proceed to the fourth floor for support. (Incomplete)]
John grabbed a rifle, running while changing the magazine.
The winding corridor lit up intermittently with flashes of fire, screams slowly dwindling, replaced by more intense gunfire and explosions.
He pressed against the wall, dodging the chaos.
Explosive dust whistled down through the cracks in the stairs, and bodies with shattered heads fell through the thick fog, the blood and broken limbs crashing against the steps gruesomely.
