In that case, I think I might just jot down what I originally planned to be the second half of Part 3: The Dark
The squad crept together, kept from bolting only by discipline. The sound of each step reverberated in the sub-basements, adding to the horrified feeling that they were far from hidden. Hopefully it might confuse that thing until they can get to safety', he hoped. Any sort of organization was lost in the pitch black as the whole team could barely see the person in front of them. The roars of "Run, vermin, run!" and "I will crush you like the pests you are" didn't exactly help as they echoed in the cavernous room, with the boutes of psychotic laughter mixing together into one as they reverberated. The situation was dissolving quickly, as it was only a matter of time before they were caught. And with no ammo and injuries, fighting that thing in the pitch dark would be near impossible. He led his team along the wall, following the concrete until they reached a door opening. He felt a jump of hope as he thought he had found an exit; then he read the sign, barely able to detect the white print in front of him, reading "Heating and Energy Depot and Emergency Generator". And then he had another plan.
Kevin Clamely ran in charges through the black laughing maniaclly, the thrill of the hunt mixing with a tinge of insanity. "You thought you could rob me of my Immortality, vermin? Thought you could sabatoge my ascendence? No; I want to make sure you know, before I crush your skulls, that you are simply an inconvenience, a pest...to be exterminated". Then he heard the sound of a metal door creaking open, and he rushed towards the sound, and through the doorway. He knew they were there; he could smell their inferior stench. He stalked his prey through the jungle of pipes, feeling his victory was close at hand. Then he heard something; a slight, muffled sound. Footsteps? He flung himself into a sprint as he lunged on his foolish enemy, only to knock his head into a large metal tank at full speed. In his confusion, he stood still for a moment, bewildered. Then he heard the sound...a beeping?....suddenly quicken in succession rapidly. He looked down and saw the last of the C4 charges....attached to the main propane tank.
The old trooper smiled to himself as he rushed up the metal stairs when he heard the ruckus. It had been eerily silent until they had heard a "YOU FU-", interrupted by a massive Boom. He then picked up his pace, as he knew that they were certainly not out of peril. They had made it out of the iron deathtrap into the concrete maze, and it was certain to be filled with specimen. Already he had silently killed a clot he had stumbled upon on the flight of stairs with his knife. The upper levels were certain to be teeming with freaks.
He pushed open the door, exiting the sublevels into the normal levels. Strangley enough, these seemed to have power, even though that emergency generator had exploded in the sub-basements. The team was only armed with scavenged weapons (their weapons they had come with were long dead). The team began to walk down the hall, slashing, shooting, or crushing the oncoming specimen. But as the majority of his exhausted teammates simply noticed that the zeds were turning from a trickle to a flow as they progressed, the old veteran noticed an odd occurrence; as the went down the hall, the lights were getting brighter. And why did they even have power to start with? He couldn't speculate all too much as he brought his axe down on a gorefast's writhing body.
wow; that ended up being long enough for it's own section. In any case, please post more of your own stories.
