Pvt. Sam Ackerman, cautiously walked down the steel corridor in the bunker he's stationed in. The rest of his crew had gone insane, from the lack of food. They started eating the corpses that they killed, even eating the ones that had fully turned, into abominations that the marines are starting to call as Necromorphs. Something went thump in the vents. Ackerman whirled around, aiming his bull-pip rifle at the nearest vent. Scratching and squealing can be heard in there. Ackerman looked around, found a crate, and jumped inside, turning off lights coming from his RIG.
The vent exploded and out flew a Feeder, the remnants of what the crew turned into, an ugly, skinny humanoid creature that is always hungry. Ackerman cringed, if he couldn't take out the Feeder quietly, it'll alert its brethren, causing a swarm of fucking skinny zombie thingies. Ackerman quietly approaches the Feeder and ripped the head off. The feeder turned around, and clawed at Ackerman. Ackerman quickly rolls those before cutting off the Feeder's limbs with his Bull-pip rifle. As the Feeder fell, Ackerman sighed with ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). He thought,"I got to get out of this hell then walks off, as silently as he can, looking for an elevator. "SAM!" Ackerman jumps in surprise, as the sudden transmission caught him off-guard. "Doc, what is it?", he replied, "Sam! I need you to help me retrieve something. I'm uploading the coordinates on your RIG, Tim Caufman's already there waiting for you." "What are we looking for-" "THERE'S NO TIME, SAM! I got to go, hurry up and go to the waypoint!" Ackerman sighed, "What would be more important than survival at this point?" He looked around, found an elevator, and went down to the lowest floor. As soon as he got out, the vents exploded, revealing some Slashers, and a black (not being racist) Spitter. "Holy Fuck!"Ackerman yelled as he quickly equipped his bull-pip rifle and opened fired upon their limbs. A Slasher went down, only for Feeders to crawl out of the vents to replace it.. Ackerman then realized that this was a hopeless battle, so he quickly sprinted into the SK-1P and chose a place near the waypoint. He sighs with relief. Hopefully," e thought, "those things can't get in. He decided to sleep until he got there.
Pvt. Tim Caufman, walked in the snow, unable to see two feet in front of him. After the encounter with those… things, he ran out of bullets while scavenging for health packs in a barrack several miles behind him now. It's a wonder how he hasn't encountered any of those zombies yet, as he saw some kill some soldiers by ambushing them while hiding in the snow. Every base hes been to had at least some kind of damage from the Marker incident. Writing with blood, all over the walls, zombies, wandering the halls, insane soldiers that kill anything that moves, all kinds of messed up shit. Caufman stopped, he spotted something. It looks like a… medal? it was some kind of S.C.A.F. medal, that meant somebody died here, or dropped it while walking through here. he slowly picked it up, then with horror, realized it was still attached to its owner. The 'owner' isn't one of them, he was a soldier, like Tim, or well, used to be like him, the difference being that soldier is dead. Caufman realized, if the corpse was a soldier, maybe he has some ammo? Caufman quickly bent down, wiping at the snow, searching for a firearm the corpse might have carried. Tim groaned in disappointment, as he found a revolver with only one clip of five bullets inside, well, it was better than nothing. Suddenly, something grabbed his shoulder, Tim shrieks and tries to get away. "Relax, it's me! Sam Ackerman!" Caufman stares at the red eyes of the legionary suit, and then sighs with relief, when he saw the RIG was fully blue, meaning, he wasn't a Waster. He quickly calms down and asked,"Dr, Serrano sent you?" "No shit, didn't he tell you?" "Nope, I was wandering around, trying to get to the Docs waypoint." "Wow, things are going to shit really fast, ain't it?" "yea…" "Let's go to the waypoint, before something happens to this… thing that he wants…"