It just might be enough time

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Nothing, Intertwined Backpacks

Your Inventory: Pistol (??/??), Flashlight

You bolt down the passageway, bare soles slapping painfully against the cold concrete floor, breasts bouncing wildly. The slaps of your feet are punctuated with the slams of the Futa against the obstacle in its' way, driving you onward with renewed fear and determination.

Farther down the passage, you're suddenly faced with a split. Flicking your light to both sides, you hastily examine your choices. To the left is an obviously man-made tunnel, dug out through a hole in the wall. You can't see very far before it turns. To your right, the passage continues, before it hits what appears to be a stairwell.

As you decide which way to go, a resounding slam announces the Futa behind you has broken through the obstacle. Time's running out...