Karina rounded a corner and stopped to catch her breath. Hands on her knees, she was breathing heavily. The guard had been running ever since a subject had broken free and come looking for her. He wasn't happy to see her. She shuddered at the memory of his face, contorted in rage as he recognised her. Even the scientists didn't like her. Cautiously she wheeled around and checked behind her, reflexively placing her hand on her gun. Nothing. Well, except for some screams and alarms wailing. She took a deep breath and began walking again. Her side hurt but she was too busy to check on it, as she had to make distance between the subject lest she meet a gruesome end. Soon however, Karina was against the wall breathing hard again. Was she really this out of shape? The guard pushed off from the wall and started walking once more. Suddenly she heard yelling from up ahead. Panicked yelling. Then a scream, followed by a sickening crunch as something heavy connected with human flesh and bone- and shattered both. Movement. A cartwheeling body of a scientist, lab coat twirling, careened from around the corner and into the wall, leaving a red spattering. Karina bit back the urge to scream and looked around at her current situation. She had a handgun, not a very powerful one, best used on [i]ahem[/i] prototypical humans. The armoury would have something stronger, but she wasn't likely to be able to outrun something that has been geneboosted and heaven knows what else. On to the next option. The way back was clear, however she had no doubts [i]he[/i] would be stalking her. The last option. A vent. An escape. No question. Karina drew on the last of her waning strength and bashed the vent cover in with both of her fists. She peered down the hole. Well, there was something down there. The guard threw one leg over and then the other and plunged down the vent shaft.

Her feet came crashing through the vent cover, tearing a ragged hole in the thin metal. As her torso began to fall through the hole, a jagged piece of metal caught on her shirt and tore a cut up her shirt as well as superficially scratching the skin underneath. She yelped in pain as her feet landed on a shelf, broke the top board and then sent her tumbling to the ground in a mess of ragged cloth and bruises. It took Karina a second to realise she was in a supply closet. And there were others in here with her.