Not liking the sight of the red light Martin begins to jog backwards away from the light, as he does this he starts shooting his M5 at the source of the light...

The bullets have no effect and the light grows in intensity as it rushes faster and faster.

"Shit", getting worried, Martin starts running back, getting ready to go into the next turn asap.

The next turn is about 20 metres away, and the light is almost upon him. He feels heat at his back as it makes a final lunge at him, just as the turn gets close enough.

Martin jumps, diving into the turn, hoping that he'll make it...

Martin hits the ground and slides a bit, just before the red light roared past him. The corridor he just vacated was a wall of fire.

"Shit, that was too close", Martin thinks to himself as he gets up and brushes himself off. Seeing that the corridor behind him is a constant wall of fire, Martin can only proceed forward. Not being able to see ahead of him, Martin starts walking forward with his M5 ready, listening for any signs and keeping his eyes peeled...

The corridor recedes into darkness ahead of Martin. There are no sounds bar the crackling flames.

Martin continues walking forward with his M5 ready...

Soon he is complete darkness again, the flames of the gunman long behind him. There are no sounds, and the silence is deafening.

"WTF, how long is this going to go for", Martin thinks to himself as he continues down the path...

A voice from somewhere echoes out of the dark.
"MARTIN!"

Martin, stops for a moment to look behind him...

There is nobody there. In the distance, there is the flame wall, which seems to be behaving strangely.

"meh" Martin says as he turns around proceeding down the corridor, whistling a tune...

A voice echoes from the fire wall behind him.
"Oi Martin!"
"MARTIN!"