Dead Snow

Part 18 - The sirens call

Shriek: *grunt* Grrr

Without a doubt, a shriek fell from the vents and onto the firing range. It was all by its lonesome and was looking the wrong way. Doc, raised his rifle to kill it, but I stopped him. It was a perfect opportunity to see what this weapon is capable of. Doc takes one look at the weapon, then shrugs.

Doc: Be my guest.

Vic: *Whistle*

Shriek: Ru- rrRRAAA!-

*RATATAT*

Shriek: Gah- Ah- *BOOM*

Doc: Holy shit... you weren't kidding.

It only took 3 rounds to completely obliterate the shriek. I landed every shot in its torso and watched as the flesh and bone exploded from its body. The bottom half of its torso still remained attached to its legs, but its arms, Chest, and head were scattered throughout the floor. I couldn't help but smile, This is the part of the job I lived for.

Doc: Had your fun?

Vic: Yeah, alright then let's go.

We head back out to the stairway, ready to make our way to the power room when Doc suddenly stopped in his tracks the moment we stepped out.

Doc: ...

Vic: What up-

Doc: Shh. Hear that?

Vic: ...

*hic* *hic* *whimper*

Vic: Is that?

Doc: Crying.

Vic: A survivor? No way.

Doc: Just now?

Vic: Should we go check that out?

Doc: We have too. You remember HQ's orders. All survivors are to be extracted and brought in for questioning.

Doc starts walking immediately towards the sound of a woman crying but I grabbed his arm just as he did to me when I first went looking for ross. I didn't like this. After this whole time we were in this facility, why are we just now hearing crying sounds coming from the next floor down?

Vic: And you don't think that it's not the least bit suspicious to find a survivor just now? How do we know that's a human making that sound?

Doc: We don't, but we can't leave this facility with the knowledge of potential survivors still in the area. The foundation will fry us if we do.

He was right. The ACF takes survivors of any incident very seriously, either they are ACF personnel or ordinary civilians, it didn't matter. Whenever an ACF operative or scientist is rescued or extracted from any operation, they are detained for questioning. Any knowledge that caused an incident or helped prevent one is vital to the ACF, so they may use the knowledge to prevent further incidents or to widen their understanding of a specific entity's nature. If they were civilians, they were brought in for questioning, then released back into society after being injected with amnesi-ex. A substance created by the scientists of the ACF that causes the administered subject to have permanent amnesia of the past 48 hours, in order to keep the ACF hidden from the rest of the world. It's even administered to selected scientists and operators of the ACF that display signs of insanity or suicidal traits. Sometimes in this line of work, you simply see too much, and it's best to just forget. I even wondered if the foundation will force us to be injected with it ourselves once we've returned.

Doc: We'll go in and see what it is for ourselves. Either way, we're extracting immediately after... can I have my arm back, please?

I let him go and followed close behind as we made our way to the next floor down. Floor 32's door was open, which explained how we could hear the sounds of crying and whimpering. The lights were off and only a few emergency lights remained but were just barely enough to see inside the room. My MVG's were still missing, so night vision wasn't an option for me. I had to use a flashlight attached to the rail system of my weapon, not the preferred method of going in since it gives away your position, but it was better than not being able to see at all. After looking around on the right side of the floor, I soon noticed a couple of mini-guns mounted on the walls next to some heavy ordinance. There were grenade launchers, rocket launchers and 50. Caliber turret guns just laying on the floor against the wall. There were even different calibers of ammunition littered throughout the floor.