Chapter Two: The UAC Facility
She shifted her weight onto her other leg and sharpened her eyes on him. The wind caught a loose bit
of hair that hadn't gone into the plait and blew it in front of her face. He was handsome, she couldn't
deny that, and part of her wanted to do what he said but she had a job to do and no matter how
gorgeous the guy was it wasn't going to stop her.
"I don't have time for this."
She turned, her head being last in facing away from him, and started towards the elevator door. Her
team still had their rifle trained on him as he watched her walk away. He frowned before glancing at
the guns aimed at him and walking away.
"Damn it."
The door slid open as she approached.
"Erm, Sarge?"
"What is it Jakes?"
"Shouldn't we listen to that guy? He was in the first team down there after all."
"Jakes? How many assignments have you been on with me?"
"…three."
"Have you died yet?"
"Well, no but…"
"Well then, trust me on this. We'll be fine."
"They're gonna get themselves killed."
"If they want to go down there let'em."
John shifted on his feet a few times, looking frustrated at what the person on the other side of the
phone had to say.
"Sam…"
"No John! It's not our problem anymore."
"Damn it, Sam! It'll be everyone's problem if those things manage to get to the surface."
"You're on leave. Let the team down there deal with it. We have to try and put it in the past now."
"Are you serious!"
He slammed the phone down.
The elevator down opened and the smell of dried blood and rotting bodies hit them like a brick wall.
"Woah fuck! That's nasty!"
"Radnor. Shut up."
"Yes, Sarge."
Lights flickered dimly as they stepped out and scoped the area. Silence. They looked round to see
the occasional bunch of corpses that looked like they had been ravished to the point of being
unidentifiable by some kind of animal.
"Holy crap. What the fuck happened here!"
"That's what we're here to find out, Radnor. Now shut up."