Mission One: The Barracks.

Ryan proceeded down the halls of the Marine HQ, blood painted the rusted metal corridors, every turn he took; he peaked around the corner, in hopes that there were no demonic beasts of any sort waiting for him. He scavenged a newer, and less worn suit of armor from a fellow marine that had fallen during the attack. He also decided to take the ammo that he had on him too. Ryan then said a small prayer for the man, and continued on. As the halls got longer, Ryan felt like he was walking on the most fragile of egg shells, there could be a demon at any nook or cranny of this base that he probably doesn't even notice. The smallest sounds, even the drip of his own sweat hitting the floor sets him on a high alert paranoia.

"Get it together Ryan… they trained you for this, two weeks of actual fire arm and combat training, but it was training." Ryan kept repeating in his head to distract him. But to his displeasure, the distraction actually distracted him from the Imp that was stalking him in the shadows. The ferocious hellion made a low growl as a warning of attack, Ryan barely caught it in time to avoid the Imp's fatal swipe of its long, razor like nails, scratching the surface of his armor.

Ryan aimed the shotgun and shot at the Imp, it was quicker than the gun however, dodging the shotgun's blast and jumping onto the ceiling above. Ryan shot again and hit the creature in the back, sending blood running in all directions. Ryan wiped the blood that hit his face, giving the Imp time to recover, and throw a fireball right at Ryan. The fireball wasn't enough to penetrate his armor completely, but Ryan felt the burn of it, an intense, burning sensation hit him. He looked past that and shot again, right at the Imp's skull, blowing chunks of brain matter and more demonic blood into the wall behind it.

Ryan fell back onto the floor, the pain of the Imp's fireball searing within almost his entire upper torso. He laid there for a good 2 minutes wincing in pain until the stinging finally subsided. Ryan picked himself up, taking in deep breaths, adrenaline still running through him after what just happened. He glanced at the demon and… a small grin of triumph ran across his face. He actually killed one of those things, granted it could've gone a little smoother, but he fucking did it. "Damn, nothing that my training covered prepared me for that one." Ryan thought as he left the demon's corpse behind and proceeded down the hallway, and into the barracks.

With the electricity out, Ryan could barely see a damn thing; he activated the lamp on his helmet and slowly made his way in. He was mortified at the scene before him; bodies lie on the floor, over desks, and on the beds. "These poor bastards never knew what hit them." Ryan said, checking the foot lockers of the now fallen for any supplies. He felt kind of guilty, rummaging through these fellas belongings; sure, he never really buddied up with any of the people in this whole facility. Maybe it was because of the fact that these guys were killed so suddenly, and so brutally. Not knowing of the horror of that was going to happen. Such innocent thoughts (or not) may have been in their head, planning what they were going to do with the rest of their day, maybe thinking of heading the bar for some drinks… maybe thinking of their families back home. "Damnit… I need to focus, no time for emotions; Laura and Cody is my mission as of now."

But suddenly, within the corner of his eye in the darkness of the room he saw movement. Quickly he turned his helmet towards where he saw the movement with the lamp on his helmet to illuminate the area. "Huh… nothing; must be the fear and paranoia finally getting to my senses." But as he finished that thought, a large and pink hand hit Ryan towards the wall. "Gah! What the fuck?" Panicked, he turned towards what him, the color suddenly left Ryan as he saw the pink abomination standing 10 feet away.

The pink beast growled at Ryan, blood and bits of flesh dribbled from its large, gaping jaw. Yellow eyes lighted the area around the demon's face, horns that were also covered in blood protruded from both sides of its head. Ryan looked around; he now knows what happened to these soldiers, torn apart by a sudden attack from this pink monstrosity. "You… you monster." Ryan thought to himself. The demon, as if it knew what Ryan was thinking, smiled a twisted grin with its large mouth.

The demon let out a roar and began to charge at Ryan, Ryan quickly pumped a couple rounds from his shotgun into the creature's face, but it only slowed him down, Ryan then rolled out of the way to avoid a direct bite from that demon's large mouth and large set of teeth. Ryan then got up and shot three more rounds into the demon's side, but this pissed the creature off more. It charged again, but with more speed and vigor and while he didn't get Ryan directly, the right side of its horn winded Ryan's right shoulder and knocked him down.

Ryan, on the floor and beginning to lose this fight, saw a light, a bright blue light emit from underneath a dead soldiers body. He quickly shoved the body out of the way to reveal his ticket to winning against this demon, a shiny and most dangerous looking plasma rifle, fully loaded and ready to kill. Meanwhile, the pink demon turned around to charge a second time in hopes of finishing his prey off. Ryan picked himself up and sprinted into the mess hall, with all the tables in chairs in the way, he would have more time to get a more precise shot at the demon. The demon stopped at the doorway of the mess hall, it gave Ryan the ugliest glare it could muster, Ryan returning the favor with a strong (but very low key filled with fear) glare of his own. The demon kicked its legs into the ground like a bull before it charged. Then used all the rage it could muster to charge at a speed faster than any Pinky he knew.

Throwing chairs and tables out of the way he thought "Wow! I'm gonna get him, this human is mine for the taking!" But to his displeasure, Ryan reveals the plasma rifle and opened fire. The first ball of hot plasma energy went right into the demon's mouth, sending a piece of its jaw to the floor. The nest round hit its left eye, nearly obliterating the left side of the demon's face. Then a sudden barrage of plasma rounds hit the demon, ripping him to shreds. Once the rifle was empty and the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the demon except a pile of gore and a horn. Ryan reigned victorious yet again, surprised to even be alive he sat down on one of the nearby chairs to take a breather, now that the adrenaline was running thin; he noticed that the horn of that demon actually punctured his armor and left a sizable gash in his shoulder. Ryan took a minute to patch it up and made his way out of the mess hall.

Another corridor met Ryan as he made his way down at a cautioned pace, a bright red sign pointed at the elevator that led to the armory. He met little resistance along the way except a couple former humans that were mucking about. He dealt with the two and opened the elevator door, but to his dismay, an Imp was waiting for Ryan behind that door. The creature jumped on top of Ryan and delivered a swipe of its claw to Ryan's face; he maneuvered his head in time to not get hit completely in the face, but was met with a single claw to his right cheek.

Ryan used his legs to throw the Imp off, Ryan then took the Imp down before it could throw one of its fireballs right into his chest. Sending the Imp back into the elevator, Ryan got up and shot the Imp a couple times in the head to kill it completely. "Geez… that was a shitty way to end that fight." Ryan said aloud as he wiped the blood from the scratch on his right cheek. Ryan pulled the Imp's body from the elevator and then left the barracks behind, and onto his next stop; The Armory.