Six men, clad in black tactical armour, all burst out of an elevator. Their guns were poised for action, but they were only met with empty hallways that seemed to go on forever.
One of the soldiers gave a hand signal to a hallway to the right, all the men then immediately breaking out into a sprint, despite what could by lying ahead.
Their boots echoed through out the small, narrow, metal corridors. Turning right or left: whichever way their leader pointed, until they came to a single large metal door.
Above the door read a sign: "Laboratory Specimens"
One man, after immediately seeing the door, dug into his satchel. He pulled out what he had been searching for, which he then planted on to the door.
"Ready, Sir."
The sounds of celebrations came from within the room, and to this the men looked to their leader in confusion. He simply nodded, and the door blew open, everything turning chillingly quiet. The sounds of guns were heard, then screams and broken glass were the only sounds, then for it only to be drowned out by the sounds of gunfire and death.
After the smoke cleared, only silence could be heard. The men swept through the room, aiming their guns at the bodies, unsure if any of them would move again.
A groan could be heard amongst the crowed of bodies, and one of the men walked up to the groaning man.
The soldier took a second to examine the survivor. He was old, his hair white with age.
He was nothing special...
The soldier took a moment to contemplate the man's appearance, and decided to put the old man out of his misery. He raised his gun to his head, but was pulled backwards by his Captain, who shook his head the soldier.
The soldier nodded and stepped back, while the Captain stepped forward.
"The location of the G.O.D subject?" His voice was monotone, he almost sounded bored.
"Never..." The old man said with a raspy cough.
"Tell me, and I'll make it painless..." He paused, before asking again, "Where is the G.O.D subject?" His voice was getting deeper, an obvious sign of his annoyance.
"Go to hell." He glared up at his attacker's (and most likely soon to be killer's) face. He could see himself in the reflection of the glass, of his gas-mask. He saw himself as fallen, as dying, as frail...
He felt weak and pathetic.
He wanted it to end.
Impatient, the Captain said with venom, "I asked you a question." His finger tensed on the trigger of his Magnum, down at his side.
"In the next room. The code to unlock it is '1334'... Now, get it over with." He coughed once more, clutching his wound.
The soldier wordlessly took out out a Magnum revolver and aimed it at the old man's forehead. The aged Scientist looked directly into the barrel of the powerful, Silver plated .
The sudden noise, like thunder, invaded the room: Making everyone shudder in their place.
A hand signal was seen, and the men rushed to the large metal door at the edge of the now bullet riddled room, only stopping to enter the key-code that had been given to them by the old (and now dead) scientist.
The next room was like all the others; the walls a gray, dull, concrete. It contained a few desks on the walls, each with research equipment on them.
The centre of the room contained a huge glass tank. It contained a yellow substance, and all that could be seen was a figure; only clad in shorts, floating in the middle with a breathing apparatus attached to his mouth.
The men stood in awe, not at the machine, but of the figure inside of it.
Movement broke the awestruck silence, a woman now running across the room, donning a white lab-coat. She was also carrying a syringe and an armful of files. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the clattering of guns being raised.
She turned to see the intruders, a vicious look in her eyes. She dropped the files almost immediately, and drove the needle of the syringe into her neck.
"Don't you Dare!" The Captain stepped out, his stance showing he was ready to strike at the slightest movement.
"Go to Hell!" She seethed, then pushing her thumb down on the syringe, stumbling as a black, leech like substance invaded her neck..
"Get back! She's becoming a B.O.W!" One of the men shouted, and at this they all began pacing backwards, towards the door.
Their Captain scowled, turning back to them with a fist curled at his side. "No! Stand your ground!"
They ignored his orders and began rushing out of the room, like cockroaches in the light.
Turning from the distraction, he turned to face the still growing B.O.W, only to be smacked against the wall as it charged out of the room. The force was sickening, many of his bones most likely shattered, but he still clambered to his feet like nothing had hit him at all. He looked around for his SMG, only to find it in two pieces from the impact.
A sharp scream was heard through the open doors, and a soldier was thrown into the room. Although, horribly enough, he was missing his legs.
The Captain stayed out of sight, shuffling against the wall until he was next to the doorway, quickly poking his his around to check the situation. The room was empty, and all that remained was a knife, most likely left behind by one of the ex-Squad members.
Seeing this he quickly closed the door, sealing it up as he had a feeling that the B.O.W would most likely come back for him.
He pulled out his sliver plated S&W Magnum, and replaced the spent bullet he used on the old scientist.
He made his way to a console, near the glass tube in the centre of the room, and he tried to access the release command.
A sudden loud banging noise ripped through the room, along with a blood-curdling shriek, but he paid it no attention and kept trying to find the release command.
A/N Well that was really it, So yeah... Beta read by the WistfulBloom she's so uber :3 I hope you enjoyed it.
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