"What the hell is this place?"
"Welcome to the HAUS."
"What the hell are these things?!"
*Sounds of growls/roars, Gunshots*
"Enough of your cult words."
"Save the core."
*Gunshots*
*Flashes of images*
"Thank you."
*Core powering up*
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Unknown Location
Sceams, unnatural moans, inhumane roars, and rapid gunshots now fill the air. The sounds of a gunfight. A fight the humans can't win against.
Gasps for breath followed by coughing as a lone Marine's vision becomes clear as he finds himself in a entrance way to a military base filled with large containers.
But his appearance ain't that of a ordinary US Soldier or a US Marine. His uniform looks like that is part of the US Military but he has his sleeves rooled up to his shoulders. His vest shows the letters, "Night Raider" along with multiple hip pouches to carry munitions for his weapons.
Speaking of weapons, he found his Rifle close to him and immediately pick it up.
He inspects his weapon to see that it's in perfect condition and check his magazine to reveal that it's full before inserting back into his gun.
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Dead Island: Colonial Marine of Hell-A
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