A/N: So I lied I will not be trying to write up the whole story before posting, as it has taken me since last update to write this chapter and to my personal anger and disappointment it's not even my goal of 1000 words + for the chapter.

So with this development I will just update as I write (Very Slowly) so apologies to the twelve of you who read this.

Now enough wallowing in self pity, on with the show!

Humming to himself Darren strolled through the corridors, it was the end of the week. Out of around fifty armed forces recruits he and fourteen others had been selected to join codeword Arracht's security detail. In the mornings he was collected from and returned to home under secrecy, even he didn't know where the base was. But it was the end of the week, that meant a hefty sum of money in his bank account.

Cue his whistling.

He was on his way to the locker area to get changed and hand in his standard issue M16 assault rifle. He had always thought that such a weapon was overkill but seeing some of the 'subjects' as the scientists called them had changed his mind.

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Strapping on his own .45 millimetre pistol he bantered with a few other officers who were suiting up for duty. Darren stepped through the door frame and the lights went out.

The intercom system blared to life, the frantic announcer yelling about a loose subject. The emergency lights whirred and bathed the hallways in an eerie red light. Unholstering his pistol he began to make his way to the canteen hall, a rally point in case of emergencies. Reports of gunfire echoed throughout the hallways, along with disturbing and inhuman shrieks. His shoes struggled to grip the smooth surface as he pounded around corners.

At the intersection turn, turn, shit… turn right, right, yes! He was trying to keep calm but his mind kept replaying scenes from various horror movies viewed in his down time. Finally! A plain white doorway never looked so good. Halting at the sound of light splashing, Darren cursed as he looked down. The expletive preceded by a sharp intake of breath didn't do justice to the amount of blood seeping from underneath the door.

Darren began to panic, he began to figuratively shit himself.

Tracing back his steps he returned to the intersection, he found himself looking down yet again, looking at numerous shell casings that littered the ground. His eyes following the trail to a gory pile of a soldiers innards, Darren want to gag but his eyes kept moving. Another person lay against the wall, a scientist, her white coat stained with her lifeblood that no longer coursed through her veins. He raised his pistol and sighted the figure standing over the scientist, there was blood dripping from its hands and it was breathing heavily. The thing lunged at him, pulling the trigger in quick succession Darren felt it collide with him and his vision disappeared.

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Red, always red, by now it was as normal as the skin on the back of his hand. He could hear someone behind him, he had already killed to escape his cell, what was another few for freedom?

His hands, drenched in blood, his mind blurred with dull red, in the back of his mind Matt recognised new heights in his senses and his speed. But the thought of freedom blocked all from distracting his mind, even the deaths at his hand, even the things in his hands.

With Matthews escape came the release of the other horrors this place birthed, few attacked each other, they attacked together with a crescendo of howls. Turning to the man with the raised gun Matthew yelled in anger and struck.

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The base was in chaos, the research wing had been set ablaze, the creatures being researched had been set loose and all during the guards shift change. In the courtyard a group of five guards were circling around a giant abomination, bodies strewn around the premises like rag dolls. Gunfire rattled in the crisp night air, people shouting and screaming mixed with blood curdling cries of the dark shapes that flitted around the complex. The fighting lasted long hours the fires having spread tongues of flame licking the morning sky, the area akin to an ant hive.

One figure burst through a doorway, picking themselves off the blood soaked ground they ran, into the wilds, running away.

Hours later the fighting had stopped the human victors picking their way through the mass of bodies looking for wounded, when a survivor was found a single crack rang out, one for every person in the crowd.

The outbreak had been contained, the facility was destroyed, the clean up began, any personnel left would be relocated as was their way.

There'll be another time.

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His body ached, forcing open his eyes Matthew realised something was wrong, something lightly pinched the skin of his arm. Fighting to keep his eyes open it hit home.

He was strapped down on a table, he wasn't free of his hell.

Throwing himself off the bed Matt began to shout.

I'm not sure if this comes across serious or not but just as a note when the adventuring and gun toting begins this will become less serious untill the end, when the real story begins...

So hit that review button, hell flame for all you want, at least that will keep me warm for the rest of winter and thank you for reading.