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The ground shook once more. It sounded distant, yet closes all at once. "Shit! SHIT! They're breaking through the walls! We have to go!" Arnold shouted, getting up so fast that his chair went tumbling to the ground, running as far away from the east side of the base as humanly possible.
Jim and Martin followed Arnold and into the darkness of the base.
Don began to walk to the safe room; Monica looked like she was as well, but decided to run. Don was determined to get them out of the safe room, but he stopped when he heard odd taps from outside.
'Tick, tick, tick'
It sounded like some sort of spider like creature was outside. Don knew it had located the safe room, he had no choice.
He ran, as fast as his legs could carry him, Away from his friends, guilt flowing through him. One part screaming 'Help them! Help them you cowardly fool!' yet another part telling him 'It's too late for them! Save yourself.'
Don was so deep in thought, yet running so fast that he slid around a corner and smacked his head against a security door, Where Monica and the marines were, Monica was cracking the security code. Don peeked behind the corner, giving him a clear view of the supply room, and the small safe room.
Then, something broke through; almost suddenly a void ripped open the rest of the wall, the outside deoxidizing the room. The creature that had done this was fairly large in size, two wings emerged from its back and it had spider-like legs. It had dark-brownish, yet inhuman skin and spikes that emerged randomly from it and the teeth were no doubt meant for killing and ripping.
It lurched into the room, turning and facing the metal wall of the safe room.
Don dare not watch, as he turned back. Monica had opened the door, and the others were running through. Don moved towards the door, Hearing the screams of one councilor, one medic and one technician. Screams of pain, of agony and of fear, as he had known for so long inside of his head.
Don shivered, running through the door as it closed behind him, locking. They were now in the area traditionally known as the communications tower, or com alpha 4, as the computers had referred to it. They had been there before, scouting for any possible threats and such, but never got that deep into it. The walls were the average UAC covering for space stations, space shuttlecraft, etc. To protect the inside from the outside. It had a few benches, a vending machine and a small kitchen. All useless, 87-year old food wouldn't be much of a help to the 5.
The solar powered emergency lights were on, revealing most of the facility. Dead ahead of them was a large door that led to an elevator, to their east was a dead-end hall that contained a security checkpoint, and to their west was a door that led to a crawlspace vent area that eventually led to the Alpha labs.
Don sat down on a bench, looking at the floor, shaking his head. He could have done more, He could have saved them. He looked up slightly; the others were all staring at him. "I…" He muttered, speechless. All he could do was sleep. His mind was too…… gone. Too lost. He shut his eyes and let unconsciousness flow through him.
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