(You're alone now)
(Alone and so fucking perplexed)
(You turn briefly back at your hiding place, almost longingly. Being out in the open somehow isn't making you feel any better.)
(Huh...)
(You're... sure that means nothing. Not at all some form of grim foreshadowing relating to your unavoidable and unquestioningly gruesome demise.)
(You decide that hiding won't really solve anything. You're not 100% sure that thing wants to kill you anyway.)
(Maybe it's just another experiment! A robot that cleans the offices or something, that got a little too carried away.)
(AH WHO ARE YOU KIDDING, YOU'VE GOTTA GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE!!)
(You eventually run out of steam again and need to slow your pace. God it feels like the very walls are crawling with danger.)
(You can't rest in the open corridor, you know that now.)
(Cautiosly, you approach the nearest open office.)
(Gotta scope it out a bit before you go barging in though.)