We had been called to Phobos because of some kind of distress call. Those science types had said something evil was coming outta their teleporters. I just laughed—this shit was crazy.

The UAC was dicking with something they wasn't supposed to dick with. Plain and simple. They had just found those teleporters on the moons—hadn't even built them by themselves, just found them—and all of a sudden they were using 'em to throw stuff from one moon to the other. Eventually, the dumbasses with degrees decided to throw people through, and then the real bullshit started.

The first few people went through just fine, but eventually, a guy went through and came out some kind of crazy. He grabbed a scientist and started bashing him over the head with his fist. Tore off the doc's arm and started eating it. Motherfragger was shot dead by the Marine stationed there.

After that, they sent a few more guys through, and they came back all fragged up. One dude went through on Deimos, and came back on Phobos with his feet where his hands should be and vice versa. Another came through with a head growing out of his chest. A bunch of the others just came through normal, but blew up seconds later. UAC started hiring people to put heads to bodies to arms to cocks and all other kinds of variations. They were gettin' paid better than me!

A few days ago came the distress call. Techs on Deimos called first, saying something was coming out of the teleporters and killing everybody. Well, we assume that's what it said. It was cut off in the middle when Deimos just disappeared. Phobos sent a similar distress call today, after they tried to send a team through to Deimos. Well, that failed.

So there we were, bein' sent up to Phobos. The Sarge took most of the team—who all had bigger weaponry—and went in the base. I stayed behind to secure the door back to the ship. For maybe an hour, all I heard was screams, gunfire, and weird ass noises that sounded kinda like snarls, but so much less like it. I drew my pistol and checked it to see if it was loaded, it was. Checked my side pack for more ammo, had it. Checked my helmet to make sure it was secure, it was. If the silence on the radio was any indication, my buddies were all dead.

I hit the button next to the door. It opened up, into a wide room with four pillars in the middle, a hallway on the opposite wall, and some kind of room on the wall to the left. I walked inside, the door shut behind me. I walked out onto the floor, in the middle of the pillars. I looked up and saw that the room I was in was hangar, as the ceiling was a force field designed to let ships in and out, but not individual people. The partially terraformed landscape of Phobos was out the window. Mountains, a nice looking sky. Of course, that side of the moon was turned toward Mars, so the Jolly Red Giant was staring at me though that force field.

The hall opposite, I knew, lead to Admin and various other important places like that. I decided to take the unknown room first. A green armored uniform was sitting atop a pedastal at the top of a flight of stairs. I went up to check it out and found the corpse of a Marine. BRANDON was his name, but I didn't know him. He wasn't a part of my squad. Weird, though. I took the armor and slipped it on over my shirt.

Back at the first room, I made my way through the hall I'd seen before. It lead to a large room with an odd lounge like area in the center. Two corpses were lying on the carpetted floor in the lounge. I walked over to them, checked one—he had a clip, ten rounds—and then the other. The other was fragged up. As I checked his pulse—which was nonexistant—he reached up and grabbed my arm. His eyes opened, revealing blank white eyeballs. Fraggin' dude looked like a zombie from some bad movie. I pushed him away and backed away. He stood up and started lumbering over to me. I raised my pistol and hit him square in the forehead. The zombieman let out a loud moan and hit the ground.

Now I knew what had caused at least some of the problem—motherfraggin' zombies. But they couldn't have been the only problem, on account of they were slow and took a single bullet to the head to kill. Some of my team—my team alone—were carrying shotguns all the way up to plasma rifles. I looked down at the zombieman's name tag. DONALDSON. Hmph. He was from my squad. I bet a couple days ago, I was swappin' war stories with this guy. After all, a war story got my ass booted to Mars in the first place. But that's for another time and another place.

I spotted some more clips on the ground in the space between the rear wall of the lounge room and the rear wall of the overall room. That got me twenty-five extra rounds of ammo for my pistol. I was doing good, for now. Hopefully, I'd find some bigger munitions along the way.

I took a hallway that was located along the wall behind the lounge and immediately I hated the place. First off was the pool of radioactive waste. There was a zig-zag floor across it for unknown reasons. Second was the zombieman standing at the entrance to the waste room. He was cradling a rifle in his hands, moaning like an idiot. He hadn't caught sight of me yet, so I took a quick pot-shot at him and ended his unlife. Just in time for a fireball to hit the wall beside me.

I glanced up, seeing that it had come from that direction. Up in an alcove up the far wall was some kind of brown-skinned monster. It was completely naked, it's private parts hanging down, and it had spikes sticking up out of its shoulders. It drew its hand back as if to throw a baseball, and a fireball appeared out of thin air. It threw the fireball and it hit the wall beside me again. Its aim was obviously not even worth shit. I ducked against the wall it didn't hit and took careful aim. I squeezed the trigger and hit in the chest, drawing blood which spurted out and fell into the radioactive waste. I got a little closer, took much more careful aim and another red hole opened up in the thing's chest.

I figured it was time for some different tactics. I ran across the zig-zag walkway at full speed. The fireballs from the brown thing hit the radioactive waste behind me as I ran across. I saw a door straight ahead of me and ran for it. I stopped for a few seconds and caught my breath, but not for very long. I saw a button in the middle of the wall to my left. I pressed it and a panel on the wall opened up and lead to a hallway, which led down a set of stairs and to another set of stairs that led up. I walked down the first set of stairs and found a box of shotgun shells. It would have been great if I had a shotgun, but I left it there.

The hallway opened up into a large courtyard, which I had seen from the hangar I'd entered the base from. In the middle of the courtyard, however, was a pool of radioactive waste. I started wondering what brilliant dumbass designed this place—a whole room of radioactive waste with a zig-zag walkway from one side to the other? A pool of radioactive waste in the middle of the only peaceful place in the base? They guy had to be a goddamn lunatic.

There was nothing out there, though, so I turned around and walked back through that hallway and back to the radioactive waste room. I opened the door I'd rested by before and carefully walked through. There were mesh walls to either side, creating small no outlet corridors that led off from the area directly ahead. The door directly ahead was like a godsend to me—the sign above said exit. I walked over to it and then stopped. Something didn't seem right.

I was proved right seconds later when a fireball hit the exit door. I spun around and the brown spikey thing from before was suddenly behind me. Now that it was closer, I took aim and blew a hole straight in its forehead. The imp fell down and blood started pooling out from its head wound.

I walked back out into the waste room and saw that the alcove the imp had been in was really a platform, and it had lowered to where I could easily jump onto it and enter the room beyond. As I did, I saw a zombieman looking away from me, but he was different than the last couple I'd seen. His uniform was a different color, denoting probably a higher rank (I knew nothing of UAC personel on Phobos or Deimos, or even Mars). When he heard my footsteps, he spun around and launched a shotgun shell straight at me. I dove to the side and fired away. Eventually he went down, after about five shots. I walked over to the shotgun guy and put one final round in his forehead just to make sure he was dead. I considered taking his shotgun, but decided against it. No telling what kind of shit was covering that thing. I looked around and saw a second shotgun propped up in the corner. A box of shells next to it. I took those and holstered my pistol. Seven shells were a blessing considering how much more powerful they were in comparison to the seventeen pistol rounds I had sitting in my holster for backup.

I retraced my steps and went back to the exit, where I opened the door and found a zombieman standing there, his rifle in his hand. He lifted it up to shoot me, but I blew his head off with a shotgun shell just before he pulled the trigger. I pressed the button on the wall behind him, and the elevator I seemed to be in began to lower.