Jones wasted no time finding the command structure in the centre of the complex. The damage was substantial, the walls had been cut to shreds, huge claw cuts split the walls in areas and some walls had holes large enough to walk through, here, she found some bodies of the strange looking Gryph. The corridors had been painted with blood, pieces of red armour could only be distinguished by their slight metal shine through the crimson blood, scattered amongst the rubble and metal walls torn down. The security doors had been ripped from their hinges. Gun shots echoed from above, Private Marrion kept close on her heels as Jones moved quicker to the stairs, climbing over two more bodies of the tanned looking Gryph. Shots echoed again. Rushing down the blood splattered corridor and avoiding the felled bodies, she noted that very few human bodies were present, she took some comfort in this, we had dealt some decent death here she thought to herself. Jones reached the command floor stairs to find over twenty tanned bodies littering the floor and up the stairs. The bodies lay awkwardly on the steps, torn armour littered the floor, Commander Brooms door had been torn apart, much like the lower class security doors on the lower floors. A scream sliced into their ears, a woman's. Marrion and Jones sprinted to the inner security door of Broom's office that sat at the bottom of the final stair case. More tanned bodies lay here with one high ranking advisor's torn corpse. The advanced up the slick stairs to see more human bodies, cut deep was their flesh, blood spray on the glass walls and ceiling. Broom was slumped up against his desk, lifeless and bloody. A dozen officers had been killed about the room, their bodies just as lifeless,. In the far corner Jones heard a strange slicing sound and hissing. Casting her eyes where it was coming from, she spotted the seemingly last remaining creature holding Brooms secretary from the ground, sliding its long sharp claws from her abdomen and greedily licking its talons. Jones and Marrion fired a volley of rounds at the creature, ending its foul existence.
Jones hooked up her radio to the L bracket terminal to broaden her signal, "This is Red Sector Zero-One, is anyone receiving us?" she asked desperately, Broom shuffled slightly with a moan. "Merrion! See to him!" commanded Jones. The Radio in her ear crackled as a response came through. "Red Sector Zero-One, this is The Judgement, what's going on down there? We have suffered an electrical attack. We have recently just recovered our communications." came the distant voice. "Red Sector Zero-One is under attack. Broom is severely wounded, he is the only survivor we have found! The compound is breached, unknown casualties" barked Jones into her radio, Broom moaned again, Merrion was talking to him, saying "you look good, Broom, you'll make it!" over and over again. It was only when Merrion stopped and let out a gasp when Jones realised what was happening. Brooms face had changed colour, his nails had turned into talons with razor sharp claws, his teeth had turned to needles. He was one of them. One of the tanned creatures. The officers bodies they had found in the room were also stirring and letting out little moans. "Merrion, get out. Quietly." said Jones in a whisper. "Judgement, Red Sector Zero-One. Quarantine the compound and surrounding areas here. Broom is one of them and so are every single one of the soldiers here. We need to stop this spreading. We need to purge it. We are exposed. Over and out."
Marrion stood by the door anxiously, signalling for Jones to follow, she stepped cautiously over the dead bodies, avoiding the stirring ones. At arms reach from Marrion, Jones let out a deafening roar and fell, kneeling, turning and firing her weapon wildly, shooting the Banshee in the face that had stuck its claw into her lower leg.
Theo had found a rock to hide under, with enough of a cut out beneath its body for him to conceal himself and turn off his shoulder light from the advancing hissing monsters he and Jack had found. Jack, oh Jack! Torn to pieces in front of his eyes. They were so fast, like lightning! Before Theo could only get his third shot out of the barrel of his rifle before he had to flee. With Jack now laying dead over at the armoury, his brown eyes wide open, dead and motionless, staring straight at his severed arm that twitched in its own pool of blood. Theo wedged himself in further, to avoid detection. When the hissing died down, he dared to slowly stick his head out, seeing the area was seemingly clear, distant gunshots had attracted the creatures elsewhere. Theo pulled himself out as slow and as quietly as his body would allow. Checking his rifle to find it was empty, with a heavy sigh, he placed it around his shoulder and secured it, pulled out his pistol, found he only had a single clip. Twelve bullets. Theo swore to himself. They certainly would not last very long. He knew, to survive, he will need stealth, the darkness would have to be his ally.