"THIS IS THE USS ISHIMURA. MAYDAY, MAYDAY, WE ARE GOING DOWN, I REPEAT. WE ARE GOING DOWN! WE ARE-(MUFFLED SCREAMS)-OH GOD, OH GOD, THEY'RE IN HERE THEY'RE IN HERE!—(GUNSHOTS AND MORE SCREAMS)-End of transmission"

I awoke on a cold concrete floor, my arm ached and my head pounded. I looked around, realizing where I was, my heart began to race. I was locked in a cell reserved for the mentally disturbed. It was one of those steel walled, and glass door. I didn't understand, why am I in here. I stood up and looked around. I took stock of the situation,

' uhh…..Let's see, I've heard that there are wires under those panels that can be connected and the current would open the door.' I thought to myself.

I walked around and looked around the cell. I saw a video camera on the floor, I picked it up, opening up the side flap, I saw a video that had my face on it. I pressed the play button and listened to the video, while I tried to ply a steel panel off of the wall. I listened as the video camera said this.

"My name is David Bennett Conway , my rank was Private First Class, and I am 18 years old,I am, or was, an Ishimura security guard. I served on the USS Ishimura as guard in the Mental Ward, as the unthinkable happened. The necromorphs attacked my ship midflight, they killed at least, 3/4s of the population on my ship. I watched my friends slaughtered by those damn beasts. Those things got Jimmy, Alec, and Lawrence. All were men I served with in the ward. As the creatures made it through the blast doors, we let out all the patients. I wanted to at least give them a fighting chance. One of them attacked me and knocked me out, along with stripping me of my armor and pushed me into this cell.-camera pans left and right showcasing cell- Here I watched my friends slaughtered, some patients escaped through air ducts. The infected weren't able to get to me through the glass. I can't believe they are all gone, all of them. I can't think, I got scratched and it won't stop bleeding. I'm going to patch myself up. If I don't video tape another one expect the worse. Oh, and Sarah, I'm sorry baby, I should have listened to you."

There the video ends, as it ended, I tore a panel of steel off of the wall and exposed the wiring underneath. I looked at my arm that was aching and noticed the sutured laceration on my left arm.

' So now, I know how I got here, I know who I am, I know how to get out of this cell, but how am I supposed. Survive outside of the cell?' I thought to myself.

I peeled the wiring apart. Separating the wire ,I was looking, from the rest, I bit down into the outer coating of it and tore it apart, exposing the live wiring underneath. I did the same to the next wire and touched them together. They sparked and the door slid up just enough for me to slide under. I grabbed the camera and slid underneath.

The door slammed down just as I slid underneath, I saw lots of bodies. I resisted the urge to puke. I walked over to one in armor. His helmet had fallen off, he looked familiar. But, I couldn't place it. I reached down and picked up his tags. Tearing off one, it read,

Lawrence Michealson

19

127635

Christian

O-neg

I put the one tag in a pouch at my side. I collected tags off of every soldier in the one room, just in case I got out alive, I would have them give the tags to their family.

I heard a screech coming from an air duct, then footsteps. I froze where I stood. I noticed that the soldier who's tag I had just taken had a semi automatic rifle, I reached down and checked the mag, Full.

It was a standard issued Quantum Liberlite, it fired standard .308 Hollow point rounds. I brought it up in a swift, practiced motion as the creature bursted out of the air duct.

It careened straight at me, as I dove out of the way, it reached out and caught my ankle with it's claw. It dragged me along the ground by my boot.

I set the rifle into the small of my shoulder, I lined up the sights and set them on the beasts shoulder. Pulling the trigger, I blew the thing's arm off. It sprawled forward, I continued sliding along the floor though, I slammed into the heap of skin and bone.

We both slammed to our feet. We got our feet under us at the same time.

I drew up the rifle as it leaped at me. I shouted as I let fly four .308 rounds.

One took off it's leg, the next into it's chest, and the last, taking it's head clean off. The thing landed on top of me and crushed me to the floor, it was dead.

I wiggled out from underneath it, and puked out a generous helping of rotting guts and gray matter. I finished getting it all out of my system, god it tasted horrrible. I went to go and look at the corpse. It was basically a bag of skin, but it looked like a featherless ostrich with claws.

I went up to kick it but was stopped by a harsh voice,

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I whipped around and drew my rifle back up yet again, just to find some sort of plasma weapon rammed in my face. It appeared to be a plasma cutter, which was used for surgery, placed onto a flashlight, with an improvised trigger mechanism.

"Who are you?" I ordered as forcefully as I could.

"First Lieutenant Ackerson," He replied just as gruffly as the first order, "Judging by the rank on your shirt and cover, you are a Private First Class. Am I correct, or am I to presume you looted this off of a deserving soldier?"

I popped to attention and saluted, "Sir, I apologize, Private First Class Conway reporting for duty, sir."

He nodded and smiled,"At ease boy I was messing with you, I've seen you around the ship. and by the looks of it, you killed your first necromorph." He laughed, "innocence is so cruel at times though. You have to be ready to kill at a moents notice."

I nodded, dropping the salute, "Aye, Aye sir. So what is this thing, it's different from the other ones I saw?" I asked.

There was movement from the duct by the ground, I crouched,"Duct by floor, I've got movement," I shouldered the rifle yet again.

I saw out of the corner of my eye, Ackerson whipped around, a perfect 180 degree turn into a crouch with the improvised weapon aimed at the duct."State whether you are human or beast." He shouted.

After a pause,a thick voice sounded out, "Human," It said, "Don't shoot, I'm gonna come out, this duct is doing hell to my allergies." As he said this, I heard a shuffling and a man slid out of the duct.

He was in full security armor, he had the emblem of the marine corps staff sergeant, on the right arm. He had the same improvised weapon as First lieutenant Ackerson. Along with a tool I was familiar with, he was wielding a seeker rifle. It was one of my favorite weapons.

He looked at me, all of a sudden I felt really underdressed, I was in a cotton overblouse that had been issued to me once I was promoted and my BDU's. I had worn them under my armor before it was stolen.

The man smiled and went to shake Ackerson's hand. "So Ackerson," He said, "We have yet another new blood on our hands."

I noticed Ackerson had lowered the improvised weapon and shook his hand.

I hadn't lowered mine, "Umm...Am I missing something?" I asked, utterly confused.

The new guy and Ackerson both looked at me. Ackerson finally spoke up, "Look, my name is Dalton Timothy Ackerson. I was part of the security branch. Aalong with Geoff Dees here, we used to hang out in the break room and make fun of Isaac Clarke." He laughed and looked at Geoff, "You know, I wonder what happened to that skinny bastard?" He asked.

My stomach rumbled as he finished his sentence. I looked down, I hated showing weakness.

Geoff reached into the bag strapped across his back and produced three MRE's. Looking around he half laughed, "Any one know how to cook?"

I stepped forward. "I do, my dad taught me along time ago. Here let me see them." I ripped the MRE's open and set to find a pot or pan in any of the blood soaked cupboards. I finally found one. I poured them into it.

-15 mins later-

"Dinner's ready." I pulled the pan off the stove and served everyone fairly. Allowing the higher ranks to have more. I then wolfed down my food.

"we need to establish watches." Dalton said to Geoff, who volunteered for first watch.

At which point I promptly slipped into the depths of darkness.