Narrow corridors
Don, Kevin, and Carl hurried through the submarine’s tight hallways, filled with flashing red alarm lights. The submarine felt like a maze, and the loud alarms echoing off the metal walls made it impossible to know if the guards were nearby. “This way,” Carl panted. Desperation could be heard in his voice. Were they going to make it? The trio kept moving, trying their best to avoid any trouble and hoping to get out safely.
Page 38 of 60
