The Desperate Escape
“OUT! NOW!” Lansing shouted. The officers bolted up the stairs, their boots pounding against the rusted metal. The ship felt alive, its walls creaking, the shadows shifting unnaturally. As they neared the exit, the ship lurched, tilting slightly to one side. Lansing grabbed Harper’s arm, pulling her forward just as a door slammed shut behind them.
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