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Doom 3 Part 1 Chapter 2:

Yeah, I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while; I have been tied up with certain Doom 3 related activities (Recall to Hell)

I'm glad to see that the readers appreciate my stories. As such, I shall write more in this growing saga of Doom 3 parallels.

I don't own Doom 3… ahem DERP!

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Date:

November 15th, 2145

Current living Marines in our Squad:

Corporal (CPL) George Jenson

Specialist (SPC) Phil Williams

Private First Class (PFC) Alan Jenkins

Private First Class (PFC) Bob Johnson

We have made our way to the Administrative Center of Mars City. Currently, we have found no other living personnel, military or civilian. We made our way to a security checkpoint. We found several clips for our MG-88 Enforcers (A/N: Yes, that's what they use) and a shiny new shotgun which, being the highest ranking of our Team, I elected to take the burden of.

PFC Johnson sat behind the Surveillance Controls. Surprisingly, most of the monitors were still feeding images. Unfortunately, most of the monitors were still feeding images, images of people being eaten by some sort of gray-skinned creatures while other people shambled around, mindlessly grunting as some chewed on the flesh of the dead. Though on several of the feeds we did manage to glimpse several real humans.

There were a few scattered groups of people that had managed to survive like us. Sadly some were alone in a hot-zone of creatures. We watched in horror as some turned a corner, only to be struck down by God-knows-what. We saw squads being massacred by hellish creatures. Amazingly, one was managing to fight off the creatures. We saw him running through the 2nd sector of the Alpha Labs, just a short stretch away from us. He seemed to be moving with a purpose towards Level 3. That makes one of us that knows what they're doing.

Our comm. Link was broken so we were unable to contact him or any others. Our personal radios only registered static. We were going to try to catch up with him as well as any stragglers as we made our way to the Alpha Labs. We might actually be able to set up a decent defense there. We made a note of the locations of the remaining living that we could see on the monitors. We headed out of the Security Checkpoint and started off towards the Alpha Labs Transfer. We encountered only a few zombies and we were actually getting used to killing them when I heard the same radio chatter that I had heard back in that office and knew that it was one of those mutilated Security Guards. I whispered to the others, "Hide!" We all ran back into the corridor that we had just come from. Williams and Jenkins were across the T-section from Johnson and I. I ducked my head out slightly to get a glimpse of what was going on and saw that there were two with MG-88s, just like us, and one with a shotgun.

I motioned to Williams to get his attention; he was around the corner adjacent to me. I mimicked a twisting motion with my hands, as of one opening a jar, but he knew what I was asking for. He reached into his ammo pack and pulled out two grenades, two of many that he had picked up at the last stop. He rolled them across the floor to me one at a time. I picked them up and handed one to Johnson. I glanced around the corner to see where the Guards were. One was standing by the doorway that they had come through and the two others were heading toward us. Good thing that these were impact grenades. I twisted one and chucked it at the piece of wall that was just visible from my position .

I was a ricochet master with grenades and, sure enough, a loud explosion blasted the two Guards back into the main room as I moved out into the corridor and began firing at the last Guard. Once he was down, we checked the bodies of the other two. They, like the ones we had seen before, were grotesque and mutilated despite the blast. I walked over to the other one and crouched to examine it. As I took off the Guard's helmet, a flaming skull shot out of his head, barely missing my own. His head had remained intact, what came out was incorporeal, a floating, transparent entity that shot through the air and disappeared through the wall.

A few seconds later the door on that wall burst open and a zombie came running out, full tilt. Williams ran up and blasted it in the head with his Assault Rifle and it dropped like a brick. This man didn't look terribly grotesque as compared to the others that we had killed. I realized that I had seen one of those skulls back in my Surveillance Control Room when this all began.

"I think I know how most of our people turned out like this. I saw some of those floating things when all this started. I think they… possess people." I explained quickly.

"Shit," Williams replied. "What the FUCK is going on here! This is all fucked!"

He was right. It was all fucked up. All we could do was push on. However, none of the zombies we had faced were that fast; we would have to watch ourselves. This place was full of surprises.

We continued on and found ourselves at the Alpha Labs Transfer. The Admin. Transfer doors closed behind us and the door to Alpha Labs Level 1 opened. It was black except for the yellow lights on the walls to our left. We all pulled out our flashlights. Ah, good old Mag-Lite, the classic flashlight/beating stick for hundreds of years. I shined my light on the desk that lay to our right. The window had been broken and a man's dead body hung through as if he had been shoved through the bullet-proof glass, killing him. I looked closer and I saw that his face had been eaten off! They didn't even leave his eyes or nose!

I walked around behind the Check-In Desk and activated the lights on the panel. We weren't going to be in the room long but it still felt better to have the lights on. Just to keep the nightmares away, the likes of which only our minds could manifest. The likes of which were only paralleled by the horrors that we had witnessed.

We started to go exit the room when we heard the tinkle of broken glass and the sliding of cloth behind us. We whipped around in time to see a foot disappear behind the desk into the shadows. Williams moved back and circled around the desk, shining his flashlight into the darkness.

"It's gone!" He said, surprised.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Look," he said, pointing to the now vacant hole in the glass window of the desk. The body was gone!

I took out my flashlight and circled around behind the computer databases that were behind the desk. This was the only place for it to have gone. There were no other exits. I turned the corner and was blinded slightly by the shine of Williams's flashlight.

"Phil. Check your light." I said, covering my eyes.

"Sorry," he said, pointing it towards the floor.

There was nothing, nothing hidden in the dark corners or behind the desk. The body was gone. We decided to move out on the double. We passed the EPD system; it was still running despite the power outages and all the chaos. The Infomercial was playing on the one working screen. Heading through the doors, we realized that there was nowhere to go; the stairs had been blocked so we couldn't get through. We backtracked and jumped down into the EPD Chamber. I decided it was best to look through the Control Room. The rest followed me as I walked into the room, passing an open storage cabinet, which yielded a stimpack and several water bottles that had been left by scientists. (Eggheads have to drink too, y'know.) We walked through the office and, as I was nearing the door, Johnson stopped in his tracks. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were wide and his skin was pale as if he had just seen a ghost. He just stood there staring in front of him.

Suddenly, a box came flying through the window and hit him in the head, knocking him to the floor. Williams ran over and examined him. I ran out into the EPD Chamber to see what had thrown it; there was nothing out there. I walked back into the room and told the guys,

"There's nothing there."

"Then who the hell threw that box?" Williams asked.

"I don't know. How's Johnson?" I asked

"He was only hit with a piece of cardboard but he seems to be out cold. Still breathing normally, though." Williams reported.

"Well, shit. Do we have anything to revive him?"

"I'll check in that stimpack but I wouldn't hold my breath for a hypo-spray."

"Do it."

Williams rummaged through the stimpack, looking for a hypo, smelling salts, a smack in the face, anything that could bring Johnson back from obliviousness. He found some smelling salts and held them under Johnson's nose until he started to come around. Johnson sat up and Williams offered him some water that we had found in the locker. Johnson took it and gulped down the bottle. The rest of us were reminded of the thirst that had been steadily developing in our throats. So we, too, took bottles of water and drained them.

"What happened?" Johnson finally asked.

"You were hit on the head with a box that threw itself through the window." Jenkins replied.

"And that voice too; what was that about?" He asked with a note of fear in his voice.

"What voice?" Williams said, "We didn't hear anything."

"You didn't hear it? It was awful; everything turned all red, like… and there were voices, screaming and moaning. The last thing I remember is feeling something hit me in the head." Johnson explained.

"This is getting really freaky." Jenkins said.

"Can you walk alright?" I asked. We needed to get moving and we didn't need liabilities.

"Yeah, sure." Johnson said, standing shakily.

The Control Room led back out into the EPD Chamber, on a different side, and I shined my flashlight back into the dark, narrow hallway, revealing a dead-end.

"Shit!" I said. We don't have any other way to go.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to look around." Williams said.

Williams and I checked around the EPD Chamber and the EPD Control Room while Jenkins stayed with Johnson. We were still worried about him so he up-righted one of the swivel desk-chairs and sat down in it. Jenkins checked one of the terminals in the Control Room. He came out and told me that there was a small lift-up service panel in the EPD Discharge Area that had been serviced recently. It cut through to the EPD Particle Filter. That seemed like a really stupid place to put a maintenance panel because of the EPD Discharge Beam that shot through the area at regular intervals.

In between bursts, I looked back into the cavity and saw a panel on the right-hand side. It looked like that was the only place that we could go. All four of us crawled one by one through the chamber, keeping very low. I got to the panel and hit the open-door button. The lift-up door shot up and all I saw was darkness, partially due to the contrasting light of the EPD beam over our heads.

I shined my flashlight and crawled through, followed by Williams, Johnson, with Jenkins bringing up the rear. Jenkins climbed through and closed the panel behind him. We looked around and saw nothing but steam and electrical conduits. Each of us brought out our flashlights and shined around in the darkness. The deafening noise of the EPD Filter was very disconcerting.

A man with a blue scientist's coat lay dead at our feet. We stepped over him carefully as we moved down the stairs. A computer terminal lay to our right. Like all the others across the base, it was feeding meaningless pieces of data. To our right, there was a door. As we walked through it, the noise of the EPD died away to be replaced with the hissing of pipes. We continued around the corner and were walking down the ramp when the lights went out and a malicious chuckle echoed through the air. A Guard jumped out from around the corner and began shooting wildly. I heard Johnson yelp in pain and go down as I took a knee and fired at where it's chest should be. I heard a garbled groan and a thump as its body hit the floor. At that point some of the lights came back on, mysteriously.

Williams was already examining Johnson's wound. It was a gunshot to his knee, lucky shot, too, as it had missed any major arteries. We used the stimpack we had found and patched him up fairly well. Even so, Jenkins still had to support him. This wasn't good; it slowed us down greatly and I didn't want to waste any time here.

We decided not to go through the corridor that the Guard had come out of, instead we checked out the door that was to our left. That led into a hallway stretching off to the right with bubbling capsules lining the walls. That hallway ended in an open room with an overhead lamp that had been sliced in two by something. I noticed an odd glowing coming from the ground under the light. I walked over and crouched next to the source. The source was a group of symbols, flickering and glowing like fire, etched into the solid metal of the floor-plates.

Jenkins let out a scream suddenly, letting go of Johnson, who fell to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Williams yelled. Something had latched onto Jenkins' head with flesh-colored bony appendages and was hissing violently.

"Get it the fuck offa me!" Jenkins yelled, his hands pulling at each of the fingers, trying to disconnect them from his head. Williams held Jenkins' head as he pulled at the "head" of the hanger-on. Once they pulled it off, he threw it to the ground. We saw what it was. It was a human head, cheeks ripped out, attached to long, bony legs. It was the most demented fuckin spider we'd ever seen.

"Little FUCKer!" Jenkins said as he crushed the little fucker's head under his boot-heel.

More hisses emanated from the area around us as more of these spiders crawled out from ventilation shafts and other cracks and crevices. We started shooting away at these things, each of them exploding in a shower of pus and yellow spider-fluid. They liked to jump, apparently, as we had to pry several of them off while trying to dodge the incoming and stomping on the ones that got close enough. One of 'em got onto me and tried biting my arm, it only got a few teeth in before I ripped it off and shot it between the eyes.

After the ordeal, our pants were covered in goo from stepping on these things and several of us were bleeding from new wounds, none of them appeared to be life threatening. God, I hoped these little bastards weren't poisonous, that would just be the icing on the fuckin cake, wouldn't it.