[h2][color=khaki]Nikola[/color][/h2]

Eventually, Nikola found a way down, though it was not the elevator he told himself would be there, instead he had to descend a flight of steps that seemed to go on for infinity, as he climbed down he felt as if he were unconscious, like his body went on auto pilot from the monotony of the task; he mused that if he were to die then he would continue to walk down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom, he was relieved to feel the glow of sunlight from the windows, a welcome respite from the eery darkness of the long stairwell. Though it seemed that the moments of relief were just the universe's way of making him drop his guard.

Looking around for an exit, he found that the nearest one was a back door, propped shut with a chair, as he approached it, he suddenly found himself being hurled backwards. The wall had exploded into a cloud of cement dust and chunks of debris, sending him flying into a pillar, his body lanced with a blinding, white pain. As his vision cleared and the ringing in his ears died away, he heard the deep, guttural rumble of an engine and felt the floor tremble as the vibration neared, in the cloud he saw the easily distinguishable figure of a spider tank. He panicked and jerked to the left but instantly recoiled in pain, looking down, he found himself pinned to the pillar, a jagged rebar post sticking jaggedly out of his shoulder, right between the dislocated ball and socket joint.

At that moment, his adrenaline that had been expended on the climb down had suddenly returned, the pain that he still felt from crashing into the building was replaced by a deep of fear of dying. He struggled, slowly, trying to free himself of the metal, inching forward slowly and feeling the bar sink into his flesh, grinding abrasively against his bones. Nikola stifled a scream, he knew he must not scream but the pain was intense and he felt like he was going to back out, he could only hope that he could free himself before the tank spotted him.