Security – a much better idea. There’s definitely something going on here a little more serious than a jammed door. You nod to the people on the other side, before taking off down the hall, scanning for anyone – even a scientist or hazmat guy – and as the minutes tic by, you realize something – even if you can find someone, you yourself do not know the way back.
But – thank God – you hear a voice and a crackling moments later.
“Christ, it’s a mess down here, sir.” The man speaks into a radio. “I just found most of the second research team down on the fifth basement floor – yeah… they’re all… hey, YOU!” Someone snaps and points in your direction as you round the corner, to find it’s a man in a light blue suit, sidearm in hand and a plastic white nametag indicating he’s just the man you’re looking for. “Keep down! I’ll be right over…” He drops his voice several decibels. “Just keep an eye out… and be careful!” He creeps forward, and as he does, something snakes down from above as a tile collapses – even if you could try, you can’t warn him in time. The man is pulled up, his face frozen in shock as needles jet out of a vinelike appendage wrapping about his torso. Finally, he manages a choked scream and disappears into the ceiling – there are a few gunshots, followed by silence – and a thick, dark liquid now pooling onto the floor.
Okay, now this is just fucked up beyond all recognition. How are you coping with this?
