David squinted his eyes and was snarling as he held down the fire button on the chain gun. The aliens were appearing out of the floor and were coming in waves out of the walls towards the two soldiers who were valiantly defending against them. Jesse threw off his white coat; pulling out a grenade from his inside pocket. "Get down David! Get out of the way!" He shouted as he pulled the pin out of the grenade. He threw the grenade as hard as he could down the hall, praying it would land correctly so it would kill all the creatures in the corridor. David stood up and jumped backwards, his back smashing against the wall that cornered them in the small hallway. A large explosion ripped through the corridor within moments. Smoke slowly filled the area around the two marines. The shrieks of the aliens pierced the soldier's ears as they fell and died.
David waited for the smoke to clear before he went to see if the aliens had been killed. Gladly there were no more hisses or shrieks coming from the walls. David stood on his feet and walked forward; his eyes constantly traveling to the large vent holes in the walls. "Its clear Jesse! Lets move forward." He confidently said as he saw there were no more aliens coming. Walking past their bodies the marines made their way to the end of the hallway again. "To the left David." Jesse said in a casual voice as he saw there were two halls to take. "I don't need advice from you Cinderella." David said with a cocky voice as he took the left hallway.
Jesse glared at David in return for the comment, but didn't do anything else. Jesse was defiantly a feminine man. He short blonde hair, light blue eyes and a skinny pale face. He normally wore a white coat with a white T-shirt with a picture of a cat on it, but today he wore his normal white coat with a black bulletproof vest under it. Jesse liked girl things, like soap operas, shoes, flowers, and cats: The exact reason why David hated him. David turned sideways and pushed open a door that was slightly open already. "What the…?" He mumbled as he saw a woman crying; her arms wrapped around the body of a dead man who was lying in a pool of blood. "Jesse! We have a survivor." David said as he rushed into the room, his eyes fixed on the woman. The woman had long brown hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing a blue jacket with a yellow shirt under it. Her pants were black and made of soft fabric. On her side was a combat knife sheath. There was blood dripping from it…
"Miss, are you okay?" David said as he leaned over to gaze into her eyes. "He… He's…infected." She hysterically cried as she wept into his shoulders. "What the heck? Infected with what?" David questionably replied as he looked at the lady. "David." Jesse muttered quietly. "What?" David replied as he stood up to face him. "Why didn't Harrison warn us?" Jesse asked as he realized he had to have known. "I… I don't know. And why are these things here in the first place?" David mumbled as he knelt back to the lady's side.
Jesse closed and locked the door, then walked over to a desk at the end of the room. "There are some papers here David." Jesse said as he leaned over to look at him. "Here's one called 'John Andrew's Diary' reads:
The "Cargo" supplied mysteriously by Wayland inc. Was held in this ship as most of the crew know. We were ordered to hold the "Cargo" until further instruction from General Harrison Wayland, the son of the founder of the company. After two days we got instructions from the General to transport the "Cargo" to Earth was received. The only information I got about Harrison is that he wanted t-
Hmm, there seems to be a rip in the paper." Jesse said as he stopped reading the letter; his eyes darting towards David to see his expression.