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  The east wing corridor had no crazed ghouls roaming around. The researchers assured the interim team leader that the ones in the cells won't be able to get out. Even still, the risk of being pulled through the window or floor hatch isn't one he's willing to take.

  They got to the center hall. Still clear. The agents positioned themselves at the entrance and looked around to see if there was any wondering close by. Ketchup went to crack open the west door slightly and looked to see how close the ghouls are. That would be a mistake because one was right at the door and it had a faster reaction time than the agent.

  Ketchup was knocked back and the ghoul tried to lunge for him. With quick thinking, one of the other agents shot their MP-40 at the ghoul's leg. It collapsed as soon as the leg snapped in half. Hitting the floor with a heavy thump. The ringing gunfire was heard throughout the facility and alerted the ghouls.

  “This way!” Mackerel ordered the researchers to follow him.

  The cavern was clear for the most part. There was some ghoul shambling their way towards them. They must have wondered out when the team was busy in the west wing because they weren't out their when they arrived. Mackerel held his own by giving any that shambled close a very forceful push with the MP-40. Ghouls were slow at walking and equally slow at standing back up. Though it does prove a problem of ankles at risk of being bit.

  There was a few close calls from Ketchup as he barely jumped over the reach of the ghouls on the ground as he and Boomer followed behind the group. Right as they made it to the stairs, Ketchup remembered the most important part of the plan. He rushed back, by now the ghouls in the facility were shambling out shoulder to shoulder and the ones that were knocked over were on their feet and continued their slow chase.

  Ketchup didn't have time to count all of them but it did look like that was all of them. That's the plan. The next part is getting in the generator room and throwing the switch and plummeting this site in to the darkness once more. It was easier said than done when the ghouls were peppered around the cavern and there was a dangerous wall of ghoul homing in on the lone agent that appeared to choose to become their meal rather than running to safety.

  The door was within spitting distance when Ketchup was grabbed. Before the jaws could clamp down onto Ketchup's neck, gunfire peppered into the Ghoul which loosened its grip and was shoved to the ground. He looked and saw that Mackerel was the one to assist from near the top of the stairwell. An impressive feat considering the distance and inaccuracy of the weapon. Too bad it wasn't praised in the moment.

  Looking back, most of the horde had turned their attention and started to make their way to the stairwell towards the one that fired that gun. Ketchup had to think quickly and shot a short burst into the ceiling. The ghouls returned their attention back at Ketchup and slowly shambled towards him.

  “Don't fire! You'll lead them to you!” Ketchup yelled out.

  “Yeah. You're welcome.” Mackerel replied under his breath and rolled his eyes.

  One of the researchers cried out in pain that caused Mackerel to turn his attention to the catwalk. The active gunfire had gained the attention of the ghouls on the upper level. As the researchers were ready to enter and have a quick rest in the lounge. The researcher ghoul burst through the door and got a hold of a researcher. Mockingbird. It was odd because Lorenzo was a head of the group. Could he have shoved the nearest one within reach to save his own skin?

  Speculation had to wait, right now Mackerel had to remove the danger standing between them and the exit. Saving the researcher wasn't a priority since half of the meat on his neck was being pulled off by the deadly jaws of the ghoul. He couldn't fire his weapon, which made this more difficult. But not impossible.

  With one mighty shoulder shove, the ghoul let go and stumbled back into the railing. Another shove in a form of a kick to the chest had the ghoul fall over the edge to fall 50 feet onto the sharp and jagged rocks below. It was safe to assume that one won't be standing back up.

  Markerel knew the researcher didn't need to be put down. Mockingbird was sitting and leaning on the railing, blood was pouring from his wide open neck and gurgling mouth. It only took him a few seconds for the darkness to take him and then the darkness came over the others, except it was the power being shut off for the others.

  Ketchup had just thrown the switch. The pounding on the door grew less intense until it there was silence from the other side of the door. His heart pounded knowing full well that if he tried to leave, the horde that was pressed on the other side would spill in. He didn't know how safe it was when they are “inactive” or if it takes time for them to become inactive. Ketchup was stuck and realized that this room was his tomb.

  “It's not fair. I was just appointed team leader.” Ketchup whimpered as he held onto the switch.

  Things looked bleak for him. Outside however, Boomer was hatching a plan to clear a way for Ketchup. Boomer went to the generator room, there was a crowd standing between him and the door. The ghouls were still but stirred when Boomer's flashlight shined a beam on them. He kept a hand on the flashlight and only let a sliver shine enough to see forward.

  It was a simple plan. Take one grenade belt and toss it near the door. Three pins were pulled and the blast of the few will set off the others. 5 second fuse was more than enough time to toss. Boomer went to take cover. He knew that a crowd wasn't a perfect blast shield for 8 fragmentation grenades.

  Ketchup was startled when the sound of a massive explosion shook the room and blew the door halfway off the hinges. Boomer came in and kicked the door completely off.

  “Come on, team leader.” Boomer offered his hand.

  The rescue and being called team leader lifted Ketchup once more. For a moment, he forgot that this mission was FUBAR and hordes of flesh eating ghouls were out to pick his bones. He grabbed Boomer's hand and the two left the generator room.

  Right outside was the horde, most were still intact but there was a few that got the brunt of the explosion and rendered into torn up bodies, too shredded to stand. The ones that weren't shredded to pieces by the shrapnel started to stand up. Inactive didn't mean they wouldn't react if they're disturbed by being blown up. The two would have to hope that they won't chase them in the dark.

  Boomer and Ketchup met up with the others in the lounge. Mackerel had already did his job with the door. All that was needed was three muscular agents lift the 600 pound door. Freedom is just on the other side. Then the Weasel spoke up.

  “I need Vulture 2's research notes. He turned up here, so it's right to assume he kept it with him at his bed and desk.” Lorenzo said.

  “You're kidding. Can't you leave without it?” Ketchup asked.

  “We worked in shifts. If we leave it then that means we will only have two-thirds of all of the project's research notes.” Lorenzo said as he pulled out a leather book with a symbol on it with roman numeral 1 on the corner. “It looks like this but with a 2. It should be safe since only Vulture 2 came at us on the catwalk.”

  Ketchup nodded and he went into the dormitories, Boomer followed to assist him, and Mackerel was to keep the door open and keep the researcher's safe. Reaper, Lox, and Lug set out from the infirmary as soon as the lights went out. The darkness felt more sinister than before. Maybe it was because they now know what was in the darkness. Flesh eating crazed researchers and agents with a very fatal bite.

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Description

  The east wing corridor had no crazed ghouls roaming around. The researchers assured the interim team leader that the ones in the cells won't be able to get out. Even still, the risk of being pulled through the window or floor hatch isn't one he's willing to take.

  They got to the center hall. Still clear. The agents positioned themselves at the entrance and looked around to see if there was any wondering close by. Ketchup went to crack open the west door slightly and looked to see how close the ghouls are. That would be a mistake because one was right at the door and it had a faster reaction time than the agent.

  Ketchup was knocked back and the ghoul tried to lunge for him. With quick thinking, one of the other agents shot their MP-40 at the ghoul's leg. It collapsed as soon as the leg snapped in half. Hitting the floor with a heavy thump. The ringing gunfire was heard throughout the facility and alerted the ghouls.

  “This way!” Mackerel ordered the researchers to follow him.

  The cavern was clear for the most part. There was some ghoul shambling their way towards them. They must have wondered out when the team was busy in the west wing because they weren't out their when they arrived. Mackerel held his own by giving any that shambled close a very forceful push with the MP-40. Ghouls were slow at walking and equally slow at standing back up. Though it does prove a problem of ankles at risk of being bit.

  There was a few close calls from Ketchup as he barely jumped over the reach of the ghouls on the ground as he and Boomer followed behind the group. Right as they made it to the stairs, Ketchup remembered the most important part of the plan. He rushed back, by now the ghouls in the facility were shambling out shoulder to shoulder and the ones that were knocked over were on their feet and continued their slow chase.

  Ketchup didn't have time to count all of them but it did look like that was all of them. That's the plan. The next part is getting in the generator room and throwing the switch and plummeting this site in to the darkness once more. It was easier said than done when the ghouls were peppered around the cavern and there was a dangerous wall of ghoul homing in on the lone agent that appeared to choose to become their meal rather than running to safety.

  The door was within spitting distance when Ketchup was grabbed. Before the jaws could clamp down onto Ketchup's neck, gunfire peppered into the Ghoul which loosened its grip and was shoved to the ground. He looked and saw that Mackerel was the one to assist from near the top of the stairwell. An impressive feat considering the distance and inaccuracy of the weapon. Too bad it wasn't praised in the moment.

  Looking back, most of the horde had turned their attention and started to make their way to the stairwell towards the one that fired that gun. Ketchup had to think quickly and shot a short burst into the ceiling. The ghouls returned their attention back at Ketchup and slowly shambled towards him.

  “Don't fire! You'll lead them to you!” Ketchup yelled out.

  “Yeah. You're welcome.” Mackerel replied under his breath and rolled his eyes.

  One of the researchers cried out in pain that caused Mackerel to turn his attention to the catwalk. The active gunfire had gained the attention of the ghouls on the upper level. As the researchers were ready to enter and have a quick rest in the lounge. The researcher ghoul burst through the door and got a hold of a researcher. Mockingbird. It was odd because Lorenzo was a head of the group. Could he have shoved the nearest one within reach to save his own skin?

  Speculation had to wait, right now Mackerel had to remove the danger standing between them and the exit. Saving the researcher wasn't a priority since half of the meat on his neck was being pulled off by the deadly jaws of the ghoul. He couldn't fire his weapon, which made this more difficult. But not impossible.

  With one mighty shoulder shove, the ghoul let go and stumbled back into the railing. Another shove in a form of a kick to the chest had the ghoul fall over the edge to fall 50 feet onto the sharp and jagged rocks below. It was safe to assume that one won't be standing back up.

  Markerel knew the researcher didn't need to be put down. Mockingbird was sitting and leaning on the railing, blood was pouring from his wide open neck and gurgling mouth. It only took him a few seconds for the darkness to take him and then the darkness came over the others, except it was the power being shut off for the others.

  Ketchup had just thrown the switch. The pounding on the door grew less intense until it there was silence from the other side of the door. His heart pounded knowing full well that if he tried to leave, the horde that was pressed on the other side would spill in. He didn't know how safe it was when they are “inactive” or if it takes time for them to become inactive. Ketchup was stuck and realized that this room was his tomb.

  “It's not fair. I was just appointed team leader.” Ketchup whimpered as he held onto the switch.

  Things looked bleak for him. Outside however, Boomer was hatching a plan to clear a way for Ketchup. Boomer went to the generator room, there was a crowd standing between him and the door. The ghouls were still but stirred when Boomer's flashlight shined a beam on them. He kept a hand on the flashlight and only let a sliver shine enough to see forward.

  It was a simple plan. Take one grenade belt and toss it near the door. Three pins were pulled and the blast of the few will set off the others. 5 second fuse was more than enough time to toss. Boomer went to take cover. He knew that a crowd wasn't a perfect blast shield for 8 fragmentation grenades.

  Ketchup was startled when the sound of a massive explosion shook the room and blew the door halfway off the hinges. Boomer came in and kicked the door completely off.

  “Come on, team leader.” Boomer offered his hand.

  The rescue and being called team leader lifted Ketchup once more. For a moment, he forgot that this mission was FUBAR and hordes of flesh eating ghouls were out to pick his bones. He grabbed Boomer's hand and the two left the generator room.

  Right outside was the horde, most were still intact but there was a few that got the brunt of the explosion and rendered into torn up bodies, too shredded to stand. The ones that weren't shredded to pieces by the shrapnel started to stand up. Inactive didn't mean they wouldn't react if they're disturbed by being blown up. The two would have to hope that they won't chase them in the dark.

  Boomer and Ketchup met up with the others in the lounge. Mackerel had already did his job with the door. All that was needed was three muscular agents lift the 600 pound door. Freedom is just on the other side. Then the Weasel spoke up.

  “I need Vulture 2's research notes. He turned up here, so it's right to assume he kept it with him at his bed and desk.” Lorenzo said.

  “You're kidding. Can't you leave without it?” Ketchup asked.

  “We worked in shifts. If we leave it then that means we will only have two-thirds of all of the project's research notes.” Lorenzo said as he pulled out a leather book with a symbol on it with roman numeral 1 on the corner. “It looks like this but with a 2. It should be safe since only Vulture 2 came at us on the catwalk.”

  Ketchup nodded and he went into the dormitories, Boomer followed to assist him, and Mackerel was to keep the door open and keep the researcher's safe. Reaper, Lox, and Lug set out from the infirmary as soon as the lights went out. The darkness felt more sinister than before. Maybe it was because they now know what was in the darkness. Flesh eating crazed researchers and agents with a very fatal bite.

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