Doomed

You're alone. The gates ahead have already opened. You know there's no way back, you know there's no one waiting for you outside these rooms. Everyone else is dead. You're the last human alive. Their claws... like iron, scarring the walls. Ripping the flesh out of their bodies... you remember each one of your fellows agonizing, screaming for mercy. You remember shooting one of your old friends in the head. That was all the mercy anyone could have had. You wondered why were you still alive after all, each room a new horde, a new loss. They never stop, you barely know what are you dealing with... all you know is that they never stop killing. Everyone who could help now serve as decoration, a clue of what has happened, when hell broke loose. They are coming for you, and these cold walls are the only witnesses you have. You ready your gun, wondering if all the bullets in the world would ever be enough. Mentally, you're already lost, it doesn't feel like there's a reason to be fighting. Yet, your body refuses to give up. Every shot gives you a new hope that perhaps the battle can be won. But you know it can't, and it feels stupid to think that you're avenging your fallen comrades. There's no more reason. They are coming... You're doomed...

Freely inspired in Sign of Evil, soundtrack to E1M8...