-''What do you think they are, originally?'' Isaac asked as he glanced at Alex, who was sitting on a bench. They had called the team waiting back at earth and reported them that the USG Rapid was ready to be retrieved. Alex attention shifted to Isaac, him surprised of the question. He shrugged and looked up into the ceiling of the tram station.
-''I dunno, man… I kill the things, I don't study them.'' He responded in a short manner. He kept fiddling with the Line Gun in his hands, cocking it and uncocking it. He aimed it at the air, looking as if he was gonna fire the weapon. It was apparent that he was bored.
-''Actually, what I want to know is why they cancelled our order to eradicate the remaining Necromorphs in this big piece of metal.'' Alex then asked nobody, sitting himself down beside Isaac. Isaac looked over at his RIG. It had a bright blue colour, representing that Alex was pretty healthy. They still had a lot of ammo and health packs, although in the heat of battle, one's stock of precious items could get wasted very rapidly. Isaac made sure the two stayed as conservative as possible with their supply stock; Dismember Necromorphs whenever possible, trying to use close combat strategies to conserve as much ammo as possible, anything that could minimize their need to use their supplies.
-''I don't know, and I don't really care. Right now, I just wanna go home. I'm fed up with this scary-ass 'adventure'.'' Isaac couldn't do much but agree. This was very stressing indeed, and no one would actually like doing it. Why listen to the idiots who say: ''and look happy while doing it!'' Big no.
-''Well, rather sacrifice two people to go up there and erase the fuckers than having them spread throughout the galaxy, and eventually to earth, right?'' Isaac then commented, confirming their thinking: ''-for the greater good!'' Alex snorted at the comment before getting up from the bench.
-''Just because you like to get torn apart, by… things with arms that ain't right.'' Isaac looked at his friend again with a snicker. Alex connected back with a smile. A loud, banging sound was then heard again, before a large car-looking object came into view.
-''Bro!'' Alex piped up. ''I think our ride is here.'' Isaac walked over to the tram and waited until the door opened. When it didn't at first, Isaac got curious. He walked up to the door before knocking on it. When it still didn't open, Isaac got slightly angry. He banged on the door, Plasma Cutter in hand. The door then opened with a creaking sound. Isaac stepped back in surprise. What he saw shocked him and caused him to shout.
The Puker moved with breakneck speed. It threw up its acidic bile in the fashion of a cascade, showering it over the two survivors. Alex fell down to floor and rolled about, having tripped when the Puker attacked. Isaac then readied his Plasma Cutter and started firing at it. He only got off two rounds into one of its arms before the creature threw up once again, knocking Isaac off of his feet. He grunted and then reached for the Plasma Cutter which had been knocked out off his grasp. He then gasped in fear as the Puker towered above him, readying its bile. He covered his head with one of his arms, awaiting the deadly shower.
He then heard a roar of anger. He looked up and saw Alex throwing himself at the Puker with his head first. The Puker was caught off guard, not having time to properly aim its spray. It splashed randomly around, not hitting any of them. It then fell to the floor with a thud and an inhuman grunt. Alex then rapidly smashed the Line Gun into its head, stunning and disorienting it. He then aimed the Line Gun at the shoulder parts, pulling the trigger twice in a rapid succession. The two shots severed one arm each, and Alex then stomped its chest, crushing it, turning it into a bloody paste. It died with a soft grunt.
-''Huh… I wonder how that stupid hoe got into the tram car…'' Alex mumbled, reloading the weapon. A dizzy Isaac got up from the floor, but not before grabbing and reloading his trusty Plasma Cutter. He also used one of the Medium Packs in his RIG. The colour of the meter shifted from a sickly dark green to a healthier light blue. He drew a sigh of relief as the pain eased with the healing effects of the gel sipped into his body, lifting a heavy burden. Luckily, the armor he was wearing was actually designed to withstand attacks from Necromorphs, the Puker being one in particular. Alex entered the tram car.
-''Man, who died in here?'' he asked with a grunt, symbolising disgust. Isaac walked over to the car, smelling something that reminded him of rotten fruit mixed with certain chemicals. He coughed slightly and then had a look inside the tram. There were no signs that indicated that it had been inhabited by a monster minutes ago, except for some claw markings on the walls as well as some small amounts of still corrosive bile on the floor. He walked over to the control panel and touched it.
-''Well.'' He began.'' The navigation system seems to be functioning. It's a good thing that that thing didn't fuck it up.'' Alex then joined him at the control panel. It showed the part of the USG Rapid. It was the comm.'s array station. After they had repaired it, they had contacted military forces back at Earth that the ship was ready to be retrieved. They had also asked about their orders to eliminate remaining Necromorphs, but these had been dismissed. According to the Lieutenant, the military forces were equipped with ''New and improved weapons and armor, designed to withstand the attacks of the creatures. The two had just laughed at this, especially Isaac, when he remembered how it had gone for Tiedemann's soldiers. They were torn apart.
-''Alright, let's get to the docking deck. I wanna get out of here!'' Alex yelled and sat himself down on a bench inside the tram car. Isaac hesitated for a few seconds before selecting ''Docking Deck''.
