Sublevel B Door Code 1123

A sealed door opens on its own, welcoming someone the logs insist never entered the building.

The tape whirred to life, picture warping before settling into the grainy green of another security feed.

The timestamp flickered: 03:41:22.

Indy leaned forward. “New sector. Sublevel B.”

Lara nodded. “Deep storage. High clearance.”

On the screen, two technicians hurried down a dim hallway lined with steel doors. Their badges read:

DR. LENA RUIZ
MARION KELLER

Keller punched a code into a keypad beside a heavy blast door. The camera zoomed slightly, trying to focus.

Lara tapped the screen. “Look at the code.”

Indy read it aloud. “One-one-two-three.”

The light above the keypad flashed red.

Keller cursed. “It’s rejecting the override again.”

Ruiz stepped forward. “Try it slower.”

He reentered the digits.

Red again.

“You saw the access logs,” Ruiz said, breathing hard. “This door opened itself last night.”

Keller shook his head. “Doors don’t open themselves.”

A metallic groan echoed down the hallway.

Both froze.

“What was that?” Ruiz whispered.

“Air pressure shift,” Keller said quickly, though his eyes betrayed him.

They exchanged a glance, then turned toward the dark end of the hall. The sound came again—longer this time, like something heavy dragging across metal.

Ruiz tightened her grip on her flashlight. “We need to get inside Sublevel B. Whatever’s down here… it’s not in the logs.”

Keller swallowed. “Then help me.”

They approached the door again. Ruiz ran her badge through the reader.

Green light.

The blast door hissed. Steel bolts retracted.

Keller stepped back. “I didn’t authorize that.”

Ruiz whispered, “Neither did I.”

The door slid open an inch, then wider, revealing a pitch-black chamber lit only by emergency strips on the floor.

“Manual override shouldn’t do that,” Indy muttered. “It’s like the door wanted to open.”

Lara watched the screen, jaw tight. “Keep watching.”

The technicians stepped inside.

Cold vapor drifted across the floor. Their flashlights cut through rows of containment crates. Several were dented inward. One lay shattered, thick claw marks raked across its surface.

Ruiz raised her light higher. “Marion… this is not an equipment failure.”

A deep rumble vibrated through the chamber.

Keller spun. “Was that coming from—”

The lights flickered.

Something large shifted behind the far row of crates. Heavy footsteps echoed toward them.

Ruiz gripped Keller’s arm. “Move. Move!”

They sprinted back toward the open blast door. The footsteps accelerated. Something growled—a low, trembling sound that vibrated the camera.

Keller slipped. Ruiz dragged him upright. Behind them, shadows loomed, huge and predatory.

When the creature stepped into the emergency lights, Indy exhaled sharply. “That’s no raptor.”

It was massive. Thick-bodied. Ridged back. A carnivore built like a tank, teeth glinting beneath dripping jaws. Its eyes glowed yellow beneath the flickering lights.

Ruiz screamed, “Close the door!”

Keller dove for the keypad. His fingers shook as he slapped the panel.

The door stuttered. Sparks burst from the frame.

“It won’t seal!” he yelled.

Ruiz shoved him aside. She slammed her hand on the emergency close button.

The door lurched halfway down.

The creature lunged.

Keller was closest.

Its jaws clamped around him with brutal force, lifting him off the ground as he shrieked. Ruiz screamed, beating the creature’s snout with her flashlight.

The beast dragged Keller backward, thrashing him like a rag doll. Blood splattered across the crates.

“Marion!” Ruiz cried.

The creature’s tail whipped out, striking Ruiz square in the chest. She flew into a metal console with a sickening crack.

The blast door finally slammed shut, sealing the chamber.

The camera shook violently, image distorting as if the room itself trembled beneath the impact of the creature trapped behind the door.

Then Ruiz crawled into frame.

Bloody. Barely breathing.

She pressed her face near the camera.

“It wasn’t supposed to be here,” she choked out. “This level… was empty.”

Her eyes widened suddenly, terrified.

She whispered one last word.

“Run.”

The tape cut to static.

Lara and Indy exchanged a horrified stare.

Indy whispered, “What the hell escaped Sublevel B?”

Lara rewound the tape.

“We're going to find out.”