"Oh fuck me."

Blood. Entrails. Whatever used to decorate the walls of the

now derelict main hall was now covered with red. Bodies were scattered

about on the hall's black tiled floor, others draped over the reception

desks. Each body told a different story - Limbs were severed, entrails

were spilt, torsos were separated.

"Someone took a fuckin' bulldozer to the place. What the fuck

coulda done all this shit?" rambled Noah. "Goddamn Cap, let's get our

asses outta here before we wind up all over the walls."

"No, we have to at least investigate. We're armed Squyres,

these scientists obviously weren't. If whatever did this shows up

again, we'll just blast the fucker to Hell. We just have to stay

together," commanded Lyle.

"Fuck that. We split up."

All eyes were on Monty. The team began to mutter amongst

themselves. Before Lyle could say anything, Monty interrupted him.

"If we split up, we'll be able to cover the entire lab in less

time. Then we can get out of this Hellhole faster."

"Less firepower increases the chances of us dying here Rich!"

Lyle protested. "I don't want my men to die here!"

"You think I want these soldiers dead?! I'm trying to get us

out of here Lyle! We're men too, just like the remains of all them on

the floor right now. If they got ripped up like that, I'm sure the

same would happen to us!"

Todd stepped forward. "I'm with Monty on this one. There's

not much hope for us if we stick together, then we're just one big

target. It will take longer unless we split up."

All of the soldiers began shouting, some supporting Lyle's

idea, others on Monty's side.

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

Everyone stopped and looked at the red faced Grace. "Alright

people, how about we try Lyle's strategy, and if that doesn't work

then we try splitting up? Works for the both of yaz, right?"

"I'm with Grace," said Em. Everyone else seemed to agree on

Grace's plan.

Feeling somewhat defeated, Monty replied, "Fine, we try it your

way first Lyle."

Everybody unslung their rifles from their shoulders and began

to proceed towards the silver blood splattered doors that were right

across from the entrance. They stepped into the hallway, and were

astounded by it. It was totally clean, almost like the hallways found

in a hospital. Nothing was out of place, there weren't any bodies,

there was nothing.

"Well fuck, just when we think this place can't get any

more fucked up. Dear God..." muttered Zach, adjusting his shotgun

under his shoulder.

The team made it to the end of the hallway, finding themselves

in the middle of a four-way intersection. The team formed a circle,

covering all four of the hallways. Monty was rubbing at his

temple with his index finger, squinting his eyes in pain. Suddenly,

a loud -BANG- resounded through the hallways. Seconds later, it was

followed by another. A chorus of pounding filled the hallways. The

soldiers clasped their weapons, aiming down at their respective

halls: Em, Sean, and Lyle taking the North hall, Zach, Gordy and Nora

at the East hall, Seth, Elizabeth, and Todd at the South hall and

Grace, Noah, and Monty at the West hall. The pounding ended with a

loud crash.

Noah began to lose it, his cowardice setting in. "Oh fuck, oh

fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

They started to appear in the South hall, where the team had

just come though. They were people, they were the scientists and staff

of the lab, but they weren't quite as dead as previously thought.

Flesh was peeling and hanging from the bodies of the horde, entrails

hanging from their hollow torsos. Rotting hands were reaching

towards the startled commandos. The dead were coming at them from all

sides, the soldiers were trapped.