"Let us out!" Someone yelled through the door of 'Food Containment
1.' The people inside couldn't see or hear anything through the door.
"Gee, let me think. No." Erik spun from facing the door to the already bloodied Dr. Whitfield, who lay on the ground in a curled up position. Erik's foot collided with Whitfield's forehead. Whitfield rolled across the floor, his arms still tied behind his back.
"Why?" Whitfield coughed.
"Why? Why what? Why am I killing you?" Erik took the pistol from behind him. He held it up. He smiled at it. "I am going to survive. That's been MY single objective from the beginning."
"Why...are you helping...AIDAD?"
"Doctor, you don't seem to understand. It may seem wrong to take the side of the crazy robot or whatever he is, but if I'm going to get out of here...It's worth it." Erik paced in a circle around Whitfield. "Also, I know that whole thing about the T-team is a bunch of nonsense. You were trying to make all these people feel safe, while in reality, they don't exist. You've brought them all down here to starve or, worse, have the zombies break through and kill them." Erik aimed, placing the nozzle of the pistol up against Whitfield's head. The people in 'Food Containment 1' still had no idea what was going on. "Now, tell me YOUR plans. You didn't really plan to just die down here, did you?" Erik pressed the pistol into the doctors head even harder. Whitfield flinched at the sudden coldness.
"I never planned to die, I planned on being saved by the T-team."
"Ok, so you do believe in this mystery 'team.' Suppose they do exist, what do you think they do with people they encounter? I'd guess they would be here for one reason, cover up. So, keep that in mind when you see them." Erik smiled, removing the pistol from Whitfield's head. "Oh, right." Erik said with a sudden dullness, looking down at Whitfield. "You're not going to live long enough." Erik kicked Whitfield one more time, not quite as strong as he had before, but it would keep Whitfield from fighting back. Erik took him by his shirt collar, and pulled him across the floor. He laid Whitfield next to the 'Food Containment 2' door. Whitfield looked desperately up at Erik.
"Don't you have a single bit of sanity? Or morals?" Whitfield said pleadingly.
Erik looked down at the man, who apparently still didn't understand. Survival meant putting everything else aside, including your honor. "Well, actually, I guess I do. I'm not the one who's going to kill you." Whitfield looked at the door, hearing the sound of the zombie on the other side hitting the door. "AID--"
"I'll help you! I know every door code and password in the entire base." Whitfield spat out. Erik smiled.
"Ah, I don't have to worry about that, I've got AIDAD."
"AIDAD can't do anything beyond these walls."
"Nope, he's going to give me instructions on how to copy and setup his memory to take over the whole base. So, you're useless." Erik walked backward, with his pistol up aimed at the doorway.
"Please Erik, please, don't kill me. I have a family. I have money, I can buy you a car, a house, anything you want." Erik ignored the scientist's final pleas. Let him live, a voice he ignored echoed through his brain. I made a promise, and breaking that promise will end in my death, he argued. With that out of the way, "AIDAD, open the door."
The door slid upward, revealing the ragged soldier. It's throat was wide open, a half fingerless hand reached outward for Whitfield. It looked down, standing above Whitfield, realizing it couldn't bite him from his current position. Rather than crouch down like a normal human, it opened it's mouth and did a falling head butt to Whitfield's neck. Erik listened to Whitfield scream and say 'please' and 'shoot him' and other things that would not change his mind. Only when Whitfield's screams became gargles of a blood filled throat, did Erik blast a hole in the zombies' head. It's jaw stayed locked around Whitfield's neck, either he would drown or suffocate. Ultimately, Whitfield was dead.
The inhabitants of 'Food Containment 1' had long ago given up escape. The gun shot brought them back to the door. Most probably expecting to see Erik and Whitfield firing their guns at zombies when the door opened. The door slid open, the people inside walked out, looked toward the bodies on top of one another. Rodney and Nick were the only ones who remembered Whitfield saying "Watch this man, he may try to attack us."
Erik looked at the corpses like the rest of them, sad and sort of confused.
"How'd that one get in here?" Nick asked, immediately trying to prove Erik guilty of Whitfield's death.
Erik pointed to the previously setup vent that was out of place. "It fell through there. I locked the door to protect you all."
"We need to get out of here if they can get inside." Rodney said nervously.
"I've been thinking about that, and we have a few options. Go straight out one of the doorways and shoot them, or try to go through the vents."
"Gee, let me think. No." Erik spun from facing the door to the already bloodied Dr. Whitfield, who lay on the ground in a curled up position. Erik's foot collided with Whitfield's forehead. Whitfield rolled across the floor, his arms still tied behind his back.
"Why?" Whitfield coughed.
"Why? Why what? Why am I killing you?" Erik took the pistol from behind him. He held it up. He smiled at it. "I am going to survive. That's been MY single objective from the beginning."
"Why...are you helping...AIDAD?"
"Doctor, you don't seem to understand. It may seem wrong to take the side of the crazy robot or whatever he is, but if I'm going to get out of here...It's worth it." Erik paced in a circle around Whitfield. "Also, I know that whole thing about the T-team is a bunch of nonsense. You were trying to make all these people feel safe, while in reality, they don't exist. You've brought them all down here to starve or, worse, have the zombies break through and kill them." Erik aimed, placing the nozzle of the pistol up against Whitfield's head. The people in 'Food Containment 1' still had no idea what was going on. "Now, tell me YOUR plans. You didn't really plan to just die down here, did you?" Erik pressed the pistol into the doctors head even harder. Whitfield flinched at the sudden coldness.
"I never planned to die, I planned on being saved by the T-team."
"Ok, so you do believe in this mystery 'team.' Suppose they do exist, what do you think they do with people they encounter? I'd guess they would be here for one reason, cover up. So, keep that in mind when you see them." Erik smiled, removing the pistol from Whitfield's head. "Oh, right." Erik said with a sudden dullness, looking down at Whitfield. "You're not going to live long enough." Erik kicked Whitfield one more time, not quite as strong as he had before, but it would keep Whitfield from fighting back. Erik took him by his shirt collar, and pulled him across the floor. He laid Whitfield next to the 'Food Containment 2' door. Whitfield looked desperately up at Erik.
"Don't you have a single bit of sanity? Or morals?" Whitfield said pleadingly.
Erik looked down at the man, who apparently still didn't understand. Survival meant putting everything else aside, including your honor. "Well, actually, I guess I do. I'm not the one who's going to kill you." Whitfield looked at the door, hearing the sound of the zombie on the other side hitting the door. "AID--"
"I'll help you! I know every door code and password in the entire base." Whitfield spat out. Erik smiled.
"Ah, I don't have to worry about that, I've got AIDAD."
"AIDAD can't do anything beyond these walls."
"Nope, he's going to give me instructions on how to copy and setup his memory to take over the whole base. So, you're useless." Erik walked backward, with his pistol up aimed at the doorway.
"Please Erik, please, don't kill me. I have a family. I have money, I can buy you a car, a house, anything you want." Erik ignored the scientist's final pleas. Let him live, a voice he ignored echoed through his brain. I made a promise, and breaking that promise will end in my death, he argued. With that out of the way, "AIDAD, open the door."
The door slid upward, revealing the ragged soldier. It's throat was wide open, a half fingerless hand reached outward for Whitfield. It looked down, standing above Whitfield, realizing it couldn't bite him from his current position. Rather than crouch down like a normal human, it opened it's mouth and did a falling head butt to Whitfield's neck. Erik listened to Whitfield scream and say 'please' and 'shoot him' and other things that would not change his mind. Only when Whitfield's screams became gargles of a blood filled throat, did Erik blast a hole in the zombies' head. It's jaw stayed locked around Whitfield's neck, either he would drown or suffocate. Ultimately, Whitfield was dead.
The inhabitants of 'Food Containment 1' had long ago given up escape. The gun shot brought them back to the door. Most probably expecting to see Erik and Whitfield firing their guns at zombies when the door opened. The door slid open, the people inside walked out, looked toward the bodies on top of one another. Rodney and Nick were the only ones who remembered Whitfield saying "Watch this man, he may try to attack us."
Erik looked at the corpses like the rest of them, sad and sort of confused.
"How'd that one get in here?" Nick asked, immediately trying to prove Erik guilty of Whitfield's death.
Erik pointed to the previously setup vent that was out of place. "It fell through there. I locked the door to protect you all."
"We need to get out of here if they can get inside." Rodney said nervously.
"I've been thinking about that, and we have a few options. Go straight out one of the doorways and shoot them, or try to go through the vents."