Isaac Clarke: Professional Child Murderer
Isaac Clarke stomped into a claustrophobic, rusty, very shadowy room. Bright orange blobs caught his eye on the far wall so he aimed his plasma cutter at them and flicked on the flash light. The ashen, bloated face of a dead baby twitched and pulsated as it dangled on the stubby swollen stump of a neck attached to what had been the body of a baby. The thing that had been a baby slowly crawled down the wall, staring at him, accompanied by a horde of other dead babies. They plopped to the floor in a shower of jiggling orange pus sacs and began a glacial migration towards Isaac, all the while letting out infantile cries of distress.
Isaac took careful aim and shot the zombie baby in the middle of the group, which set off an exploding chain reaction of gaseous discharge mingled with flaming acidic pus and flying dead baby heads. Scraps of flesh that had once been the flesh of living babies, though just moments ago dead babies instead of living babies, splattered everywhere, including all over Isaacs security armor.
Isaac lowered his weapon. He took his helmet off so that everyone could see his face to deliver a one liner.
"I've heard of sudden infant death syndrome, but this is ridiculous."