Revolution
Prologue:
Private Ramirez limped frantically through the dark and eerie corridors of the UNSC Space Station Revolution. A strange demonic sound came directly behind the private. It was coming from a sea of darkness and blackness. There was a sinister laugh and the inhumane sound of metal scratching against the cold floor.
The private quickly changed the magazine of his MA5B to his last clip. The lights that illuminated the dim and quaint hall buzzed a harsh bee like sound that caused Ramirez's blood to race through his insignificant veins. The whole ship appeared to have an insidious mood that would slowly eat away the mind of its captives. Bloody Hand prints seemed to cover the walls. It appeared as if something was hunting the survivors one by one; the soldier was now the prey of something much more threatening than anything out in the galaxy.
The private scrambled around the corner in a lethargic way. The hall like the last lay abandon and deserted. The private coughed up chunks of goopy bile of blood. The air was thick and the stench of death was unbearable as it seeped through his mouth and nostrils. A sign flickered sporadically which read Medical bay. Ramirez entered the med bay and locked the glass door behind him. The smell and scene was atrocious. Blood was smeared across the walls and white tiled floor. The stench of decomposing corpses could be tasted in the air. The only thing that broke the crisp and cold silence was the rhythmic drops of blood hitting the floor. The surgical table was covered in the crimson stain and the excess blood dripped below into a bloody pool.
Private Ramirez covered his mouth in disgust from the unbearable as he stumbled towards the cabinet. His fingers fumbled around searching for something to help his wounds. The private pulled out a roll of bandage wraps and slid slowly to the ground. He tried with much effort to tie it around his thigh that was missing skin and muscle. The pain from the bite surged through his veins. The private threw up a steamy mucus flam that dribbled down his chin in a slow fashion. A tear slowly slid down his cheek.
"What the hell is happening to me," screamed the private.
Everything seemed to have gone so perfect earlier in the day. The space station was in full gear preparing for a new unveil of something great, something that would help the UNSC win the war. It all started when one of the scientists, Dr. Yamen Gregorian came into the informatory sick. He was working on some sort of top secret ONI Spook project. At first no one seemed to notice anything of the incident, until the group of janitors came in with the same sickness after cleaning what the Spooks called a spill. Soon afterwards the medical bays in all of the ships were crowded with sick people. Then there came a time when everyone sick seemed to vanish. The reason was unknown.
That was four days ago. Now, Private Ramirez sat alone in the informatory waiting for his demise. There was a sudden sound of thunderous laughter coming from the corridor outside the medical bay. The rhythmic sound of metal scratching through the floors was now amplified. It was coming for him.