Andrew Voriel, sat in the corner of an abandoned ware-house. His helmet sat on his lap, and his hands were covering his eyes.
"So...blood...they..." He mumbled to himself. "They killed them all."
A small tear rolled down his cheek. "I don't want to die."
A little voice told him though "You are going too." He didn't like that voice. It was the voice that hid under his bed, that disappeared when his mother walked in the room but clawed its way to him when she left.
He shuddered, and a scream of agony erupted from the room behind him.. Andrew burst out crying. A shadow appeared creeping out from the broken doorway.
It walked closer, making the small amount of light disappear from the window.
"No." he whispered. "No...Not here...go away..."
Andrew flapped his arms madly around trying to find the Matilda, the only gun he had.
He never found it.