SubwayEscape2

I stepped into this abandoned underground facility alone, and with every step I felt like I was on the brink of death. In the long darkness, in a dilapidated storage room, I found a stack of yellowed notes from former companions who had been trapped here, recording a terrible past.

I thumbed through my notes as if I heard their call. From the tenth day of the lockdown, the howling of strange creatures outside never stopped, as if to announce the despair of mankind. There is a stench of rotting and metal mixing in the facility, and the telephone and radio have long since lost contact, as if the whole world had been cut off from here. The unspeakable fear and despair of being left alone in these words chilled my heart.

One diary entry tells the story of an old phonograph. The phonograph was playing a piano melody that the owner of the note had played by his dear daughter on his birthday. The warm melody had given him hope to stick to it, but in the middle of the song, there suddenly appeared a key sound that was not part of the original key, as if some dark force was responding. At that moment, his heart was warm and full of fear, just as I am now standing in this bleak corridor, hoping to uncover the truth, but also afraid of being swallowed up by the horror of the unknown.

To my horror, the notes included a terrifying escape. When the owner was found in the staff room, he fled into a secret access tunnel - an escape route that had never been marked on the map. But his companion Joey is too wounded to move forward, so he hides him in a locker, hoping that the monster will not find him while searching. The moment the behemoth looked down at the door and sniffed the air, fear seemed frozen in every breath. Opening these records, I can hear the echo of the deep breathing and heartbeat.

What struck me the most was a declassified file from the ground command center. It turns out that when the underground facility was blocked, the "flame destruction facility" was activated - a means of releasing hot combustion gases in extreme circumstances to scorch the entire area. By rights, the flames should have destroyed everything here, but the owner of the note recorded the living creatures and desperate howling that remained underground. It was as if they had been forced into an even more terrifying darkness after the devastation of the flames.

In another entry, the owner of the diary tries to restore the old radio transmitter in order to regain a chance of life. He adjusted the antenna hopefully, trying to transmit the faint distress signal to the outside world. Just as he was sure the signal was stable, there was a familiar, creepy growl behind him - the monster had picked up his trail. At that moment, his hope for survival and despair are intertwined, as if telling an endless nightmare.

As I stood in the crumbling hallway holding these notes, I felt not only a sense of horror at the history, but also an overwhelming sense of curiosity. The struggle, despair and unwillingness of the predecessors are all revealed in this line of words. Perhaps, these clues are pointing to hidden secrets deep underground, and perhaps only I can uncover the truth. With a heavy respect for the fate of those who came before me, I took a deep breath and decided to move on, searching for that remaining hope and solving the mystery behind the flame-destroying facility...