Prologue Chapter:
This story takes place during the events of the recent Doom game, however, for now, it has no direct correlation of the story that happens in the game. This is a more, subtle story, one that was so insignificant to the actual tale of our protagonist "Doom Marine" that you can easily miss it, but regardless, this story needs to be told. This story stars a more unlikely hero, now compared to our demon killing, nightmare inducing, hell rising marine. The term "hero" is used very loosely, hell we don't even know if this guy is a hero, or does anything heroic for that matter.
His name is Private. Ryan Banks, fresh, young and very naïve to what he's gotten himself into, barely a UAC Marine initiate, he had no idea what kind of "hell" he'd get himself into (pun intended). He simply thought he'd be guarding doors, or in the very worst scenario, maybe knock a few heads. But he didn't think that by his second week, a code 666 (Demonic Invasion) would be actually happening. He always thought that those were just rumors, myths, something that wouldn't happen again, not after what happened decades ago.
Now unlike every other Marine and comrade at his side that went on fighting (and was eventually torn to shreds by demons) he grabbed the nearest assault rifle, and locked himself in his cabin. Fear running through every nook and cranny of his body, mind and soul, sweat streaming down from his forehead faster than the small stream of urine that ran down his leg, he could hear what was going on the other side of that door. Gunfire going off every second like a string of firecrackers screams of his "friends" being ripped limb by limb by the Imps that he can also hear.
'Oh god… Oh god… what am I going to do? What am I going to do!?" Ryan kept running through his head over and over again, with no real clue of what he was going to do. But don't be harsh on him, he wasn't exactly a tactical thinker, nor was he a natural born killer, damn, he wasn't UAC Marine material at all. The only reason he joined the Marine Program was so that he could make a decent living for his wife, Laura and newborn son, Cody.
"Christ… Laura… Cody…" The names of his two loved ones came back into his train of thought, hands shaking, he pulled the photo he always carried in his satchel, it was a family portrait Ryan and his wife and kid took last year. Wide Smiles on their faces, Cody was only a month old when that photo was taken. Looking at the photo gave Ryan a small sense of bliss, comfort, but that was cut short, as the door was being kicked down, on the other side of that kick, was a marine now turned into one of those demonic creatures, shotgun in hand and ready to kill whatever human was inside the safety of the room, that human being Ryan.
In those seconds, time slowed for Ryan, he wasn't a fighter, he wasn't a killer, but he is a family man, and right now, all he's thinking about is getting home to family… or at least try. "Laura… Cody, I'm coming home." Ryan said to himself as the Former Human kicked the door down finally, a growl erupting from it, the zombified person raised the shotgun and aimed its sights at Ryan. Ryan had the reflexes to jump out of the shotguns way before the Former Human fired. Ryan remembered the training his received yesterday on firing this assault rifle and repeated it in his head as he did the process "Okay… First, pick your target." He saw his target, one zombified human "Alright… raise your gun at the target… ok, now, turn off the safety… safety's off, and now… FIRE." And Ryan unloaded almost his entire clip of the assault rifle into the Former Human.
It fell to the floor, limp, Ryan killed it. At that moment, something hit Ryan, no, not a bullet or a fire ball, but this strange feeling. A sudden kick of adrenaline hit him, this newfound feeling of bravery, as if his balls dropped a second time. Granted he wasn't necessarily ready to rip apart the armies of hell (like a certain marine on the other side of the UAC Complex) But an idea came to him, the Hangars, there should be all the airships and rockets on mars there waiting for him, assuming they all haven't been destroyed or taken by other Marines and Scientists trying to flee from the hell storm that attacked Mars yet again.
He checked his PDA and looked at the map of the complex he was currently at, right now he was in "Marine HQ" not too big, although he had to pass through 3 major buildings, Barracks, The Armory, and Training Grounds, to reach his next destination, The UAC Research Center, which had only two complexes to pass through The Lazarus Project Research Center, and Project "Doomed" Research Building. Then his final destination, The Docking Bay, where the Hangar and his ride home was waiting. "Well, this is going to be a longer walk than I thought…" Ryan muttered as he out his PDA back into his satchel and grabbed the shotgun from the now dead zombie man. Up until this point Ryan hasn't hurt a single fly until he killed that "thing" just a few minutes ago. Now he's going to have to kill whatever ungodly beast comes at him until he gets the Hangar.
Was he going to make it? Hell, not even Ryan is sure, but he knows he has to try, Laura wouldn't expect him to give up so easily, not now, and he has a son to raise back on Earth. As he headed to the doors that lead to the Barracks, he said a quick prayer; he wasn't really a religious person until that man attacked him. "Yeah, this is going to be one hell of a mission home." Ryan said with heart full of fear, and shotgun full of Ammo.