Dead Snow

Part 7 - Containment

Doc: Vic... Vic, hey!

Doc's voice was muffled, and I could feel his hands shaking my torso. He slides his hand under my vest and rubs his knuckles against my sternum. I hated it when he did that, but it was a sure way to wake someone up.

Vic: AHH! Fuck, stop. I'm up.

Doc: There you go, come back to us buddy. You good? Anything broken?

Vic: Ugh... I'm good I think.

Mac: Are we dead yet?

Doc: Mac, welcome back.

Vic: Micheal?

Micheal: I'm up

Doc: Anyone need a stem?

Mac: NEED it, no. WANT it, absolutely.

Micheal: Walk it off, everyone up. We're still in this fight.

Mac: Still in this fight? We just lost our only means of escape.

Micheal: We don't know that for sure! There must be a secondary means of access to the site.

Vic: What do you have in mind?

Micheal: Mac, is there a way you could look at a layout of the entire infrastructure?

Mac...If I can get to a control system, I can find it.

Micheal: We'll start there. Let's get these doors open and find out where we are. Gentlemen, stack up.

Doc and I pry open the doors while Micheal and Ross keep their rifles ready to fire at whatever was on the other side of these doors. A soon as we pull the doors open just wide enough for one to pass through, Ross takes point and slowly moves through the door, Micheal soon follows. Doc holds the doors for me while I squeeze through.

Ross: Clear right.

Micheal: Clear left.

The room was pitch black. Our glasses switch to night vision automatically when in an environment lacking any ambient light. From the looks of things, we were in storage. The floor was a maze of storage shelves and containers. There were boxes and crates stored towards the walls, amongst other miscellaneous items. The whole area was dead silent, the elevator slamming down to this floor would've attracted the attention of every shriek on this floor. But nothing was coming.

Micheal: Storage?

Vic: Was thinking the same thing.

Micheal: Ross, take point.

Ross: On it.

Ross leads the way of the patrol. I felt cramped being between all these crates and containers. Ross turns the corner, then raises his fist, letting us know to hold in place. Ross looks to Micheal and nodes his head around the corner. I couldn't tell what he was seeing but it couldn't be good. Micheal then signals to Doc, pointing to something ahead. Doc disappears around the corner and we wait. After a few minutes, Micheal signals us to move forward. After turning a corner, I saw the bodies. They looked normal enough and showed no body features resembling that of a shriek. But their wounds looked like they did. One corps had his throat ripped open, others had numerous claw marks and deep puncture wounds. Doc was ahead, examining a corps sitting against the wall. He looks at us and shakes his head. It doesn't take us much longer to find the entrance to the stairwell. We could see the red emergency lights shining from beneath the door. We stack up against the wall one more time and quietly opened the door. Stealth is always the main priority when traveling in the unknown.

Vic: No movement.

Mac: Stairway clear.

Micheal: Move in.