She was crazy whoever she was. He wasn't sure what she was thinking jumping from the 3rd story of the complex but she may not have died from the fall but what was chasing her would be relentless and there was nothing he could do. All he could do was watch from the cameras or what ones where left but he didn't know what he could do he was locked in and that was that. He had food, water and a shotgun he could last a while couldn't he? No one else seemed to be willing to do anything or would give up immediately when shit hit the fan. He let out a heavy sigh and lent on the desk before turning his head to his friend on the floor, but was he truly a friend? He couldn't tell as they'd only met as the figure on the ground was injured badly and at the time nearby. There wasn't any medicine in here so what could be done was running low. So he slumped into the chair causing it to roll back slightly and looked down at his name-tag "D. Holland" probably going to be mixed in with the flood biomass eventually he concluded with his pessimism clouding his mind.
It was probably best to check on the guy on the ground being that he was bleeding badly before and only did what he could with what little he had. He rolled him gently over to look at him, he was bleeding from the arm lightly but otherwise was seeming in decent condition for the giant gash on his chest going from the bottom to top of his ribs. He seemed to be breathing still so everything was as ok as it possibly could be. He needed to get out of here. He'd been trapped in here without the door code for way to long and he needed to try find someone or anything. Maybe try finding the figure who Jumped? He didn't know what to do but he had to make sure his mask was on tightly and that his shotgun was loaded, which it was.
A slight crunching was heard causing him to look round to see the man on the ground twitching and shaking violently causing him to run over to him as the man started choking on blood and frothing. Bones started cracking and skin started stretching out causing distorted scream to rip from the lungs of the man. Holland scrambled back till his back hit the wall and his breathing was heavy and uneven while watching clothes and bones protrude from all ends before a large fragment of skull poked out and...everything stopped. He stopped moving it went quiet. Absolutely silent and calm. So he crawled forward to look at the (now) corpse that was bloody and covered in green mixed with yellow along with discolored bone outside the body. It thrashed up causing him to jump back and grab the barrel of the shotgun and pumping it before the once un-moving body leaped at him with a bone like sword sticking in its hand. This caused a large discharging crack to be let out as hundreds of small metal shards to rip through the body creating a hole in the upper neck area to appear and for it to drop down slumped in on itself.
I was time now. He put in a new shell and shot the lock of the door causing it crack and fly open and crash back at the door and he started running down the hallway that was littered with fluids and bullet casings. He saw at the end was a window shot through the glass and around it a figure at the end near the entrance of the stairs causing him to re-fire the shotgun so the deceased body of one on the elites was to stumble back onto sharp glass sticking from the window frame. He slammed into the wall of the stairs and started stepping down floor after floor till at the end a carrier is spotted shambling towards him with its large bulbous sack and tentacle arms. When shot masses of spurting green goo and demons that were the infection forms. Another shot rang out but not from a his shotgun but a magnum? It shot some of them causing them to pop like evil little balloons while a figure shouted near a large metal escape door "Get over here now!" It yells. So he bursts through the door snd was blinded by the sunlight and the horrors that had became the outside world...