I couldn't tell where I was. It looked like I had awoken in some factory or facility of some kind. Everything was almost too blurry to make out. I heard my teammates scream for help as a violent and disgusting cracking of bones could be heard as I could distantly hear a man chuckling.
I didn't care about the situation. I just wanted to run as fast as I can, out the main entrance and forget this event ever happened. I slowly sat up, climbed to my feet as my vision became clear and I grabbed a hammer that was nearby as self defense. That psychotic man wasn't going to kill me like he did with the others.
I took quiet, cautious steps out of the empty room I woke up in and into a dark, damp corridor with its walls peeling in a state of decay. All of the bright, luminescent lights had been left switched on and faint, electrical crackling and buzzes could be heard from within the building. After walking through the long, empty corridor, I found myself staring at a rusted metal ladder leading upwards into the facility and I then climbed it with extreme caution.
The ladder lead to a room with a surgical bed and surgical trays left abandoned with dry blood staining it. I couldn't stand staying in that room, so I quickly left that room and quietly closed the door behind me. As I kept walking, I found a room with an old control panel so I pressed one of the switches and watched what happened.
The lights flickered as I saw a multitude of platforms appear from within the darkness. They were all made out of stone and some of them which were out of different material were suspended into the air. I saw a mannequin tied up to a chair wearing a blonde wig and my commander keeping his guard on a bridge. The psychotic man from earlier then jumped onto the stone as he made his presence known.
He avoided every obstacle which included the moving incinerator, the hot molten liquid and the ammo fired by my commander. The man then furiously beat my commander and proceeded to make the bridge that the commander was standing on collapse. After that, the man began to hit the mannequin with pure rage until his hands began to bleed. He then intensely ogled at me while sporting some sort of grin.
He's coming for me now. I've always hated plumbers. Especially that man. He always wears those dirty blue overalls stained with blood along with that bright, crimson shirt and hat.
