Doom: The Phobos Complex

                                                                                   Prologue.  

My name is Charles Whitlock and i'm in division 280 of the Space Marine Corp, the main purpose of our division is militant security for the U.A.C. Most of my "expertise" if you will is rather boring but manageable. Hopefully today I won't get that annoying and boring assignment. One of my friends is walking from the cafeteria serving line and made his way to my table "Charlie! You seen these fucking lunatics?" he said. Undifferentiated he looks like your typical Hispanic/American man, he wore the basic militant officer uniform. Tier 2 boots with your average 16 loop shoelace holes, elastic and durable pants that had said "U.A.C" on the right pant leg. Of course you wouldn't wear that for out on the field work then again we are in a cafeteria and it's required to have a certain type of apparel on in different areas of the building for respective reasons, to top off his uniform he had a basic grey shirt on. Rather small an unnoticeable mustache from a distance and a short crew cut, dark skin, and brown eyes.

 In some measure i'm used to it because I've been up here for about 4 months and he's a new transfer. He hasn't told me his full name just his first, he never got around to it I guess. "Vernon keep it quiet you don't know what they'll do to you when you ain't expectin nothin." I replied. Moments before he was able to sit down the whole cafeteria had grown bashful like a high school fight had just broken out.

 How immature I thought, and then a man from across the cafeteria breaks out of his shackles grabs his fork and stabs the guard in the throat and throws him on the cement floor. More blood than I expected. I jumped up and ran and weaved in between tables to rush to the first guard I could see. Initial reaction was to grab the service pistol out of his holster and aim to kill. Of course his gun was on safety, my luck has always been shitty. So obviously I put his gun out of safety and looked for the deranged prisoner, he moved to other end of the huge cafeteria shooting at nothing for the majority his shots. Unmistakeably the guard I had stolen the pistol from had swung at my left side from behind, knocked me slightly off balance, and my reaction was to duck and throw a right hook to his right jaw bone. He fell in one swing. My focus changed back to the prisoner who is now shooting at guards and using the door as cover.

 Bullets fly by the room and most of the militant officers and prisoners that were eating are now clearing the room in a herd. Aiming will not be easy with this kind of commotion. Making sure not to hit the wrong person, not that I care, but it'd ruin my reputation and it would look bad on my service record. This guy that is on a killing spree has already downed the remaining guards in the cafeteria so now i'm the only one who can stop him or so I thought. One of the people in the crowd of raging people fell to the ground and made an unpleasant noise and blood now spurred from the bullet points of entry on the body and  the ground is now stained with blood that used to be clear. His or her body had a normal position as if they had accidentally fell. But this time it was just off and unsettling. It made me cringe. Now the gun I was holding was trembling in my hand, I aimed at him and fired. Surprised that when I fired there was an echoing gun shot. He flinched twice and fell with such force I had to look away.