Chapter 2
After getting to the deck of the Sprawl, Issacce sat down at the main computer and checked all the problems he had to repair. Of course, he ran into the Nercomorphs, mostly children on his way, but there was a lot less than he expected. He found one group of Nercomorph in a burning pile of their own flesh and blood. He found it odd, but continued his way to the deck. After finding out what was wrong with the Sprawl, he got up and made his way towards the elevator, only catching a glimpse of what looked like a seven year old girl wearing a red dress, even though he didn't really notice it.
Getting out of the ship, me and Preston took point down one corridor while Haggard and Sweetwater took point down another. Sarge was the last one out of the ship, looking down the last corridor. "As I said before, our mission is to kill Alma and got out of here." Nodding, we were split up into groups: Preston and I went down one corridor while Sarge, Sweetwater, and Haggard went down another.
"So, did you guys really kill Alma?" I ask, shining my flash light down a small hallway, checking every corner and shadow to make sure nothing was there.
"Yea, we killed her alright. It was hard, but we got our job done and finished with for a good R&R until we got a message saying Alma was cloned and we were getting a 'new guy' to the group." Preston explained as he laughed, shining his flashlight down the last corridor before we reached a room. I caught only a sight of a red dress, but it was maybe my mind playing tricks on me. Walking into the new room, I realized we reached the center of the ship. It was huge, gigantic sized, as if it was a civilization in space. As if on cue, Sweetwater's voice came through our com-link. "Guys, I just figured out the Sprawl was built for half of the human population to have another place to live. I mean, we saw little kid bodies all over the place, but their bodies... they look so wrong... so messed up. Hold on... Haggard found something." That's when the sound of bullets filled the com link.
"Sweetwater, what the hell are you shooting at?" Sarge screamed into his com link.
"We just saw someone move down a hallway, being followed by strange creatures. Haggard followed after them and so did I, and then when we rounded a corner, we noticed the male being knocked down with one of the creatures on top of him and we had to kill it."
"Then ask that person why he is on the ship and the last one alive. He might be the key to finding Alma." Sarge said before turning off his com link.
Issacce wasn't expecting anyone else to be here, but seeing two people alive gave him some sort of hope that others were alive and able to give him information on the ship's status. Thinking these two guards were from the ship, he said in a deep voice. "What is the ship's status, guys?" The two guys looked at each other in confusion before looking back at him. "Sir, you have the wrong people. We don't work here." Issacce looked over their uniform once more, and then realized that the one who talked was right. "Then why the hell are you two doing in a Nercomorph invested area?" Issacce said as he reloaded his plasma cutter. "Necromorphs, and here I thought they were a myth to scare little kids." The one with glasses said, looking towards the one with the rocket launcher. "They are real. What the hell have you guys been watching, the food network?" The one with the rocket launcher laughed, saying "I always watch the explosion network." "Shut up, Haggard." Looking at the one with the rocket launcher, he smiles a bit as he shook his head. "Ah, the government decided to send up Bad Company."
"Hell yea. Name's Haggard and the nerdy one next to me is Sweetwater." Haggard said, chuckling as he reloaded his rocket launcher. Nodding his head, Issacce reloaded his plasma cutter, making sure the thing was loaded before more Necromorphs showed up. "Well then, in honor of seeing Bad Company, welcome to the Sprawl and the hell that swallowed it up whole."
"Oh no, you haven't seen the definition of hell, sir." Sweetwater said as he loaded his machine gun. "Have you ever heard of a girl named Alma Wade?"
"Yea, she was the girl who destroyed a whole area alone." Issacce replied as him, Haggard, and Sweetwater walked down a new corridor.
"Well, she has been cloned here on the Sprawl and we are here to take her out once more." said Haggard, scanning a hallway with his machine gun.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope, soon all hell is going to break lose right here on the Sprawl."
"Hell is right, dear Haggard." Alma thought to herself as she watched them from the shadows, a smile on her face. God, how she loved toying with Bad Company and the one who was called Issacce with her little mind games, her little puzzles. This was going to be a fun day for her and maybe the day she returns to Earth in order to spread her wrath over those who made her kill her son by accident.