well, this may not be as good as Part 3 (the second half), but no matter how it turns out, it gets the job done
Part 4: Midnight
The team pushed forward, down the ruined hallway, the lights flickering above them. The specimen, which had simply been trickling from ahead of them before, now were swarming the hallway with Bloats, Clots, and Gorefast. The team, injured and carrying whatever they could, kept on moving, clearing the hallways of roaming abominations. The team continued forward, with the tunnels constantly growing in danger as zeds surged in. And, as they walked into Terminal C-3, they suddenly realized why: the station, next to the upper Horzine labs, had had it's wall torn down. Massive coils of wire crept out of the hole, feeding deep into the old train tunnel, which was brightly lit. A Generator hummed loudly as more freaks poured from the depths, out of the hole. It was time to get out of here, and wherever that wire went, it was not going to the Labs. It was a better chance then wandering around some infested labyrinth, starving to death. The survivors headed into the tunnel, into the dark one more time.
Hours later, a light began to show at the end of the tunnel. The wires hummed in a monstrous symphony, as they had during the long and dark trip down the tunnel. A few specimen had been found, but it seemed that Kevin didn't trust his creations near his electrical equipment for the most part. These thoughts and speculations were all driven out of His head as his teammate tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up, preparing a witty response, but left his words in mid-air as he comprehended what he had seen. An old Eurostar underground terminal had been transformed into...something. A collassus of machinery, centered around a single pinnacle that rose into the ceiling, created a maze of iron and wires. Masterson, not in jet black Horzine armor, but in seperate uniforms, scampered among the machinery. These b**tards had been busy, by god. However, the numbers labeling the side of the machine he had seen elsewhere. Under, in the Labs, somewhere. He tried to contact homebase one more time, but the comm was now totally static...it had gotten slightly better in the underground, allowing momentary sounds to peirce the noise, but now it had gone back to the same static. He pulled himself together, refocusing on the task at hand. He needed to get out of here..wherever "here" was. Then it occured to him: he may not know how to escape, but someone here did. He picked up his axe, and slammed it into a nearby machine peice.
Soon enough, a uniformed drone was walking torwards the problem, his eyes somewhat glazed over. The old seargant would probably stir in his grave at the sight. As he walked over to the peice, preparing to look inside, the seargant grabbed the sedated clone dragging him into the darkness. The surprise shook the clone out of whatever daze he had been in before, struggling as 6 men pinned him to the wall. Anderson, the medic, put his hand over the terrified man's mouth, stifling his screams. "Info. Now," the old soldier muttered with his best menacing tone, as he dropped his axe, and pulled out his welding unit and knife. The man's eyes followed the welder's fire as it flickered, drawing slowly closer. The clone began to spasm, his instincts fighting his mental conditioning. Anderson took his hand off his mouth, as he shouted "T8-310-9 Override," his voice breaking under the stress.
Then he suddenly stopped struggling, and eyes widened. "FATHER, FORGIVE ME," he screamed, this time so loudly that it echoed the complex. He flung his arms wildly, biting, and screeching "Infidels! Monsters!" Their cover was broken as an armed Masterson spotted the intruders. Anderson tried gagging the flailing drone, who shook his head, babbling. "The Father will purify our genetics, and we shall reach perfection, once the Enemies are gone. The Father is forgiving to his children. Our family is one of love; we bring perfection and light to the world". Anderson flung the maddened Masterson into a tangle of wires as he pulled out his Lever action. The alert had sounded; they couldn't afford it.
He turned to put this dumb sod out of it's misery when he say it pull something out a pocket on the uniform. No, it couldn't be a pistol, they had taken his 9mm when the had abducted the tosspot. Then he heard a pin hit the concrete of the tunnel. "For the Father!" the drone shouted, other hand reaching out to grab the nearest human. The man went flying from a shotgun round to the chest, and the team lept out of the way as concrete flew, and the cut wires squirmed like headless snakes, spewing sparkes from their wounds.
The team got up and fled, as suddenly zeds began to pour in. They didn't know which way was out, but anything was better than standing still. As they ran in between the two main machines, could hear the frantic breathing of gorefasts chasing after them, with the sound of a chainsaw emanating from further back. The squad flung themselves forward among the machines, blasting anything near them. Gorefasts flung themselves past the main horde, jumping among the wires and the machines. Crawlers poured like rain, falling from the central spire. The team scrambled forward. This was too much to fight. He spotted an incline, as glanced at the faded paint reading "Parking levels A-D". He scrambled toward this glimmer of hope. That had been a disaster...what had they accomplished but alert them early? Well, as long as this leads to the surface, maybe the situation could be saved. As he darted into the structure, he saw his ride out of this hell hole: an old army infantry transport. The group reformed as he pried open the door, snatched the key off a mangled corpse, and fired up the engine. The team, barely holding off a scrake, fell back to the truck. There were too many of them, and clearly Kevin was pulling out all the stops; he could even see glowing yellow lights begginnig to advance. "Get the hell out of here!" someone yelled, and He hit the acceleration. The team barely held on as the old transport barreled out of the garage. They breathed truly fresh air for the first time since the helicopter...no ash, no tampering. He knew this was far from over. But, for once, this didn't seem like a total suicide mission after all.
Well, that t'was it. Hope you liked it.