His mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Could it be survivors? Intruders? Or worse, an animal seeking shelter? The thought of facing something dangerous clawed at his resolve, threatening to send him back the way he came. He hesitated, the flashlight trembling in his grip.
Taking a deep breath, Peter pushed his fear aside. He had come too far to let his imagination stop him. Gathering his courage, he steadied his shaking hands and slowly turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit engine room—and the source of the mysterious voices.