Unchosen
Scary Lady
After jolting down the stairs, Sarah continued her sprint, avoiding the series of columns lining the subway tracks. The beast was fast but not as maneuverable as her; an advantage she'd have to exploit. With her adrenaline running thin, she launched herself across the tracks to the other side of the lower floor and stormed into a bathroom. Inside, the floors were coated with water. The sinks had been continuously running since their use before the cataclysm. She looked around the bathroom for any weapons, coming up empty handed. She readied her knife, preparing herself for confrontation with the abomination. Winded but hopeful, she prayed for a miracle.