p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Sorry for the wait, I've just been busy with school work and haven't had time to write this chapter./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Marcus awoke nearly 35 minutes after the beginning of the incident./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Aww...What the hell..." He groaned, slowly sitting up. His vision was still somewhat blurry, but it came back after a few seconds. Marcus looked around and spotted a scientist in a pool of blood./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh shit!" Marcus got up and ran over to the scientist. He kneeled down and felt around for a pulse./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Come on...Come on..." But there was nothing, the scientist was clearly dead./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Shit..." He said, standing back up. The alarm was still blaring, and then he noticed the sheer amount of corpses everywhere./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What the hell..." He said, unholstering his Beretta. He flicked the safety off and walked towards the kitchen entrance. He pushed open the door and slowly walked in./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He saw...Something. Mutilated, but alive. It was wearing security officer gear./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""The fuck..." he mumbled. The zombie somehow heard him and turned around with a loud groan. It began to shuffle forwards, continuously groaning. Marcus raised the Beretta and aimed at the open chest of the zombie. He fired multiple shots, only causing it to stagger back with a cry of pain. It made some progress and swiped at his chest, only clawing the vest. Marcus staggered back with a grunt and kicked the zombie in its right leg. It fell to the ground and he aimed the Beretta at the creature attached to the to the zombie's head. He fired twice, and with another screech of pain, it died./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What the hell is this thing...This isn't happening..." Marcus tried to reassure himself./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm just dreaming, i'll wake up soon enough back in my dormitory. Maybe I won't even be late today." he said, his heart racing. He exited the room, looking for any signs of life, well, human life. He walked down the hallway back into the gym, some of the machines were flipped, and the corpse of a security officer and one of the creatures he saw on the previous...thing's head. He exited the room and continued to walk down the hall./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He made his way to the locker room, pushing the door open and aiming the Beretta inside, this time prepared. "No! Stay back you abomination!" he heard someone shout on the other side of the locker room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Marcus grabbed his flashlight, flicking it on and shining it at the person on the other end of the room, only to discover they were a scientist. Marcus sighed, relieved. Something that wasn't going to try and kill him. "Hey uh, doc, you got nothin' to worry about, not an alien." Marcus said, trying to coax him over./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The scientist quickly rushed over. "Thank god, a security officer!"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Uh, yeah. Hey uh, doc. What the hell are these things? Why are they wearin' staff uniforms?" Marcus asked him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What do you mean? There's quite a spectrum of how many there are. If you mean the creatures with the elongated claws, I have no idea, but it is best to stay away from them. They killed one of my colleagues I was hiding with and I ran here." he replied./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Well listen, the best we can do is stick together, now let's get a move on," Marcus said, turning on his heel and walking out of the locker room, the scientist close behind./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He walked back down the same hall to find another zombie eating an engineer. Marcus raised the Beretta, aiming it at the creature's head. "Oh dear..." the scientist mumbled. Thankfully, the zombie didn't hear him, and Marcus fired four rounds into the zombie's back. With a cry of pain and anger it fell forwards, then shifted around and stood up. It shuffled towards the pair and Marcus refocused his aim. He fired into the headcrab twice, causing the creature to fall dead./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""G-Good shot...Now let's go..." the scientist said, obviously afraid./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""One step ahead of ya', doc." Marcus said, walking around the Engineer's corpse. "We'd best get a move on," he said, guiding the scientist down the corridor./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Marcus awoke nearly 35 minutes after the beginning of the incident./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Aww...What the hell..." He groaned, slowly sitting up. His vision was still somewhat blurry, but it came back after a few seconds. Marcus looked around and spotted a scientist in a pool of blood./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh shit!" Marcus got up and ran over to the scientist. He kneeled down and felt around for a pulse./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Come on...Come on..." But there was nothing, the scientist was clearly dead./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Shit..." He said, standing back up. The alarm was still blaring, and then he noticed the sheer amount of corpses everywhere./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What the hell..." He said, unholstering his Beretta. He flicked the safety off and walked towards the kitchen entrance. He pushed open the door and slowly walked in./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He saw...Something. Mutilated, but alive. It was wearing security officer gear./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""The fuck..." he mumbled. The zombie somehow heard him and turned around with a loud groan. It began to shuffle forwards, continuously groaning. Marcus raised the Beretta and aimed at the open chest of the zombie. He fired multiple shots, only causing it to stagger back with a cry of pain. It made some progress and swiped at his chest, only clawing the vest. Marcus staggered back with a grunt and kicked the zombie in its right leg. It fell to the ground and he aimed the Beretta at the creature attached to the to the zombie's head. He fired twice, and with another screech of pain, it died./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What the hell is this thing...This isn't happening..." Marcus tried to reassure himself./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm just dreaming, i'll wake up soon enough back in my dormitory. Maybe I won't even be late today." he said, his heart racing. He exited the room, looking for any signs of life, well, human life. He walked down the hallway back into the gym, some of the machines were flipped, and the corpse of a security officer and one of the creatures he saw on the previous...thing's head. He exited the room and continued to walk down the hall./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He made his way to the locker room, pushing the door open and aiming the Beretta inside, this time prepared. "No! Stay back you abomination!" he heard someone shout on the other side of the locker room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Marcus grabbed his flashlight, flicking it on and shining it at the person on the other end of the room, only to discover they were a scientist. Marcus sighed, relieved. Something that wasn't going to try and kill him. "Hey uh, doc, you got nothin' to worry about, not an alien." Marcus said, trying to coax him over./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The scientist quickly rushed over. "Thank god, a security officer!"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Uh, yeah. Hey uh, doc. What the hell are these things? Why are they wearin' staff uniforms?" Marcus asked him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What do you mean? There's quite a spectrum of how many there are. If you mean the creatures with the elongated claws, I have no idea, but it is best to stay away from them. They killed one of my colleagues I was hiding with and I ran here." he replied./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Well listen, the best we can do is stick together, now let's get a move on," Marcus said, turning on his heel and walking out of the locker room, the scientist close behind./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He walked back down the same hall to find another zombie eating an engineer. Marcus raised the Beretta, aiming it at the creature's head. "Oh dear..." the scientist mumbled. Thankfully, the zombie didn't hear him, and Marcus fired four rounds into the zombie's back. With a cry of pain and anger it fell forwards, then shifted around and stood up. It shuffled towards the pair and Marcus refocused his aim. He fired into the headcrab twice, causing the creature to fall dead./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""G-Good shot...Now let's go..." the scientist said, obviously afraid./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""One step ahead of ya', doc." Marcus said, walking around the Engineer's corpse. "We'd best get a move on," he said, guiding the scientist down the corridor./p