Footsteps. He could here footsteps coming towards him! Panic was the first to surge up throughout his body. He was running far too low on ammo to start bringing attention to himself. Sighing and gripping onto his knife, Chris slid around the corner of the corridor, bracing himself. He could only hope, whatever it was, he was alone. Should it have friends, or was a particularly tough creature to take down, then the outlook wasn't very promising to him.