Bryce grabbed Gregory's arm, pulling him sideways just as a massive pillar crashed down where he had been standing moments before. They leapt over piles of rubble, the exit seeming impossibly far away.

Episode 22: The train sped through the desolate landscape, its sleek silver exterior a stark contrast to the barren wasteland outside. Inside, the team had spread out through the lead car, checking for supplies and potential threats.

Cautiously, the two men stepped through the opening. They found themselves in a vast, cavernous space. Towering stone columns stretched up into darkness, and ancient, crumbling staircases spiraled upwards along the walls.

As the shuttle soared away from the nightmarish scene at Aquarius, a heavy silence fell over the team. Each member was lost in their own thoughts, trying to process the horrors they had just witnessed.

Gregory's eyes fluttered open, his head pounding with a vicious intensity. The world spun around him, nausea rising in his throat. With a herculean effort, he managed to roll onto his side just in time as his stomach heaved violently. He retched, emptying the meager contents of h...

The shuttle descended towards the coordinates of the Aquarius research facility, revealing a stark contrast to what they had expected. Instead of a sprawling complex, they saw a small, unassuming building that resembled a modest house, perched on the edge of a vast, murky lake.

Gregory and Bryce stumbled through the darkened forest, both physically and emotionally drained from the night's events. After about an hour of aimless wandering, they came upon the crumbling remains of what appeared to be an ancient stone structure.

The shuttle touched down on the outskirts of what should have been Outpost Zeta. As the team disembarked, they were met with an eerie silence. The military base, which should have been a hive of activity, stood as a hollow shell of its former self.

Gregory's heart pounded in his chest as he tore through the forest, branches whipping at his face and arms. The sound of heavy footsteps behind him spurred him on, even as his lungs burned for air.