Author's Note: Yay, more Dead Space goodiness! Sorry for the long time without a story, but I lost my inspiration a while ago and it's taking me my time to get it back. Here it is: the situation during which Sorenson's long in DS2 was recorded. I don't know why, but just because of his voice I got a liking to this guy. It's weird, I know, but that's me. Enjoy!^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Space; copyright goes to Visceral. I do own Nina, Louise, Perry, Rick and Weaver.
"Oh, fuck me!"
Sorenson didn't waste a second.
He ran, he ran like he'd never run before, as fast as he could make his legs take him. He chased after Nina, who was making her way into the next room as Robert was taken down behind her. A huge spurt of blood clouded Sorenson's sight, and he slipped and fell face-first onto the floor.
Shift 4… Shift 4, his colleagues and friends, were chasing them. Though barely recognizable, Sorenson still knew which of them Perry was and who Louise. He'd seen them slash the life out of Maroon and Julia and chop their bodies to bits, all of it amidst their screams and their blood. After an attack of such a scale, Sorenson doubted they would make it out.
Sorenson scrambled to his feet before he was impaled by Louise and he fired his cutter with no hesitation: she could've been human, but not anymore. Survival was their –his- top priority. More roars came from behind him, and he could've sworn he was flying if it weren't because his feet were touching the ground: somebody had literally hauled him up and they were running at top speed.
"They won't stop coming!" Nina screeched. "God-fucking-dammit, what the hell do we do?"
Sorenson watched Rick and Weaver barricade the door with as many things as possible. Nina finally broke down and burst into tears, curling up into a ball and rocking back and forth.
"Oh my God…"
And then, they heard them on the vents. The monsters were coming again: the entire Sprawl was their playground.
Sorenson jumped to his feet. "Keep your shit tight, people!" he bellowed before establishing contact with Kaleb. Kaleb… their only chance of escaping. "This is Sorenson, Shift 2." They were still coming; they were still bumping the walls, the vents, everywhere. "Kaleb, what's going on? Dead bodies are chasing us! Dead bodies I recognize! It's fucking Shift 4!"
Rick and Weaver were paler than marble, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling hands. Sorenson would consider himself lucky if he didn't throw up right then and there.
"Just get out of there, Sorenson, get OUT of there!" Kaleb exclaimed. Sorenson looked around, panicking.
Thump. Thump.
They were still there. They were coming.
"B-but we're trapped! Th-they're closing in all around!" Panic kept rising, and Nina screamed. "Which way did you go? Which way is clear?" Sorenson lifted his cutter, tracing the sight over every inch of the wall.
No way out, no way out!
"Use the starboard catwalks; we cleared a path! But hurry, they're closing in behind!"
"We'll try! Wait for us!"
The communication was cut. Everybody's RIG, including his own, was either red or yellow. And there were still miles to cover if they wanted to get to Kaleb and the others. As they started moving, Sorenson shed Nina's tears.
They wouldn't make it.
Not a chance.