There had to be a reason why the left corridor was fought over so hard. Especially as most of the dead bodies looked like they were trying to get deeper into said corridor. Why? You weren't sure, but maybe there was some form of escape that was driving them. Something like a landing area, docking facility, or escape pods perhaps? Whatever it was, it seemed people had been willing to delay a relentless enemy like the mechs for it. The deeper you went into the corridor, the more bodies and destroyed mechs you found. The humans barely had anything worth mentioning, and it looked like they had grabbed whatever could be used as weapons to fight the mechs.
This was evident when you saw a wild mixture of laboratory equipment, tools, and even trays from the mess you had your short break in. You only saw a few actual weapons lying here and there, none of them with a usable thermal clip. It seemed they were fired until it wasn't possible to use them anymore, and whenever someone was killed, the next took the gun. All of this painted an ugly image in your mind, they had died in a heroic last stand against machines.
And no one would ever hear of them.
That made you feel for them, even if they were Cerberus members. This hadn't been a fair fight; this had been a massacre. A massacre someone had ordered, because the more you thought about it, the more it became clear that this just might be a Corporal Toombs situation all over again. Whoever had hacked the mechs had done so with purpose, but to do so, they had to first infiltrate the facility and get access to the mech's central servers. Otherwise, they couldn't have overridden the safety protocols so thoroughly. So, the hacker had lived among these people for some time and met them, maybe even built some working relations with them. And one day, they just activated the kill switch.
To do something like that meant that you had to be extraordinarily cool, or hate with a burning passion that was unknown to you. You had seen it in others but never felt it yourself if you were being honest. Not even Saren killing…
[ ] Ashley
[ ] Kaidan
…had brought you to that level of hate. Something extreme had to happen for a person to hate on that level. Hopefully, you would never live through something that could make you hate someone or something that much. Because it did something to your soul and your mind. Something you didn't want to ever experience.
The deeper you went into the corridor, the actual fighting signs faded away, as did the number of bodies you found. But the hints of the few survivors' desperation, those who had made it this far, became more apparent with each step. Until you reached the end of the corridor in the form of a massive blast door. At least, so it appeared at first glance, but as you went closer, you noticed that this wasn't true. The door stood slightly open and allowed you to look into the room behind it. One of the survivors had tried to use the same trick you had earlier and had opened up the emergency release for the door. Sadly, he only had managed to open the door a small bit before one of the mechs had gotten to him.
You made sure that you were indeed alone before you peeked through the small gap between the two halves of the blast door. On the other side, you could see a wide open room that looked like a hangar to you. From your position, you couldn't see any shuttles or other spacecraft. Or another living soul.
[ ] Open the door with the emergency release
[ ] Go back and follow the other corridor