"You did it, didn't you..."
Richard hadn't even opened the door all the way.
"Did what?" He replied as if he didn't already know what Alex was angry about.
"The audio diary is gone"
"Oh" Richard stepped inside and locked the door. "Then I guess I did do it."
"Richard... I normally wouldn't argue, but you are going to get us both killed." Alex sat on a chair in front of Richards desk, he was looking at a random patch of floor for some reason, and didn't even look up to speak.
"What are you so angry about?"
"What if some splicers find it?"
"The door is locked, they will bash it for a while and then go home, nothing to worry about. Everyone is dead around here anyway" The last sentence was muttered to himself.
"Well... We had better hope so. You should try to get some sleep."
Richard hadn't slept properly in ages, even now he could still hear the screams...
The next morning came... Or at least it was presumably morning, it was difficult to tell when there was no natural light. Whatever the case, Richard hadn't slept a bit.
Alex however was fast asleep on a chair, Richard kind of admired his ability to distance himself from the world around him, he smiled a little in anticipation of what he was about to do.
"ALEX!" He shouted, Alex jumped up and fell off the chair he had been sat on, then stood back up hurriedly.
"What!?" Alex scowled
"Today's orders" Richard smiled, he always thought about himself as the leader, though the sentence hadn't been entirely sarcastic.
"Yes captain?" Alex replied sarcastically.
"We are going to widen our searches, look for survivors and stuff."
"Richard, where the hell do you think we are, even if we find someone who isn't dead or insane they will probably be hostile, plus we could search all day and find, fucking, nothing." There was a slight pause between the last two words as he forced 'fuck' into his sentence for effect.
"We cant just give up" Richard said, making it clear that he was going to go searching no matter what.
"Fine" Alex shrugged "If I die at least I wont have to live here anymore"
"But, first we are going to get rid of that flamethrower"
Alex allowed himself to smile a little "Since when were you in charge?"
"Since always" Richard replied.
Richard was determined to do both these things. During the period of the day where he was attempting to sleep Richard thought things over, he gave himself goals to achieve and that helped him survive, infact they were the only things keeping him fighting. A little while after the killing started Richard had decided he wanted his own office, which he had achieved a week later, then he decided to make 'the bait' and get himself some ADAM...
That worked like a charm, didn't it.
That one was still a work in progress, but the bait had been a success. Now he was going to get rid of the flamethrower turret and then he was going to rescue someone.
Alex opened the door, then dived out of the way as a column of flame burst out of the room, a few filing cabinets set alight but no serious damage was caused, Richard, who had been waiting with his crossbow, fired into the room, the bolt missed spectacularly and broke on contact with the back wall, the door closed itself.
"Did you get it?" Alex asked
"NO" Richard snapped, then calmed down a little "Would you kindly open the door again?"
Alex repeated his previous action, opening the door and then diving to the side as the flames shot out, Richard fired the crossbow again, this time the string snapped and the bolt flew directly up, slowly spinning back down to earth and landing less than a foot in front of Richard.
"Did you get it?" Alex asked again sarcastically, he knew exactly what had happened.
Richard stared at his now useless crossbow, he had known the string wouldn't be strong enough but had hoped it would last a little while "The damn string broke... Open the door again, I have a better Idea"
"How many times are we going to do this? I thought we had other things to do today"
"Just open the fucking door"
"Nice... " Alex walked back over to the door, opened it, and jumped aside. This jump was rather less enthusiastic than the last and he almost ended up being barbequed. Richard, without his crossbow was forced to shoot a filing cabinet at the turret using his telekinesis. The turret immediately snapped in half, leaving it no longer of any threat.
Alex wandered into the room, kicking the turret for good measure, before emerging again with the phrase "I think you're going to like this Richard."
Before he died Mr P. Smith had become paranoid and set up a security system inside his office, he had also amassed enough supplies to survive inside the office for a very long time. Inside the room was a mountain of cans of food and bottles of water, of course, the two had to move Mr P. Smith away from it, who was long dead. They also found a shotgun with eight shells which would hopefully serve as a decent replacement to Richards broken crossbow until he could get it fixed.
Richard smiled to himself, for once things were starting to go right, he had eaten almost-well for the first time in months. After finishing his soup he stood up and announced. "Right, time for the next task"
Alex shook his head and went back to his half-finished soup.
"If... Uh... If anyone can here this... I... I just... thump...If anyone can hear this, come to my office... Well, not technically my office, its the office of Mr P. Smith... Well, its not any more... shut up... Anyway the door code is... ... ...You know what, just knock"
"What the hell is this" A hooded figure asked, holding the audio diary up to the other.
The other man said nothing
"Sounds like this one went mad a long while ago, or maybe he is just stupid, who do you think it is?"
The other man paused for a moment before announcing "I know EXACTLY who that is"
"Really? Then maybe we should pay them a visit" He laughed a shrill laugh that sounded almost like a scream, then tossed the audio diary aside, hitting it with an electro bolt for good measure.