Camille stopped and pointed silently towards a broken sign on a door that read: Captain Shepherd. Jane lent forward and listened at the door as Hiroshi stared into the blackness of the corridor, appearing unsure of what he was looking for.
Inside, in the corner, was a wild-eyed and dishevelled man in a captain’s uniform. He had a deep scratch down his left cheek and his right hand was covered in blood that did not look like his own.
“They can hear you.” He mumbled, “They’ll be here soon.” He fixed them with his stare. “The dark! They come for you in the darkness!”
Hiroshi looked up and then at the others. His normally impassive mask slipped and his face was an ocean of concern. He pointed to the exit. His meaning was clear: they needed to escape.