Stepping carefully along one of the old building, the area they were in was expansive, encompassing a good mile of abandoned structures and homes. All was quiet at the time, any sounds came from the deep distance and were mere echoes. Nothing moved. Fully knowing that one wrong kick or move could shatter the silence and make those who sleep below awaken and devour them, there was a heavy tension. Their destination was the other side of the city, a place called Rook-ridge. They could see it in the distance, a tower that stood above the buildings, silent and still, a vigil on the horizon. If there wasn't a mad man inside that controlled half the city, it would be something to calm their nerves a little, knowing that they were closer, but unfortunately for them; it was not.

They stepped into an old factory building, hoping to cut through it and avoid a dense set of buildings by going around. The factory was covered with dust, proving that it was beyond old. Scrap was strewn about, tossed into large piles. Light poured into the room via dusty windows, illuminating them in a twilight glow. The object that stood out the most in here was the furnace, ancient and cold. Sebastian stopped the ground, bending down to the floor and inspecting the dust. Just like snow, anything that came through here would leave tracks. "We're not alone..." His voice whispered over the comms. "There are fresh tracks here, no more than an hour or more old." He stood, his armor making slight creaking sounds. He motioned for them to follow closely and he started to lead them through the factory. They ventured up a small staircase and through to the next room, darkened from a lack of windows. He flicked on a flashlight in his helmet and looked over the room. There was old furniture all about and what seemed to be a fireplace. Most of the furniture was overturned or destroyed, shredded open by something, anything. This was possibly an employee lounge or something, but there was an emergency door to the outside on the other side of the room, and that was their destination. Stepping into the room they went as quickly as they could, careful to step over everything that could possibly make a noise. But the one that was tailing behind...Shalizar, he was not as careful. His tail was active, reflecting his tense body. As they were nearing the exit, his tail flicked and hit an old floor lamp. It hit the wall at first then cascaded backwards and impacted on the floor, the light bulb that was inside shattering. The group froze, turning towards Shalizar, whom had his weapon at the ready.

They all waited several moments, unmoving, ready for anything, but slowly sighed in relief as nothing came of it...at least they thought. They turned to leave, but as they did a soul piercingly loud scream made their ears start to bleed. Sebastian turned, his rifle up, his helmet automatically adjusting, but he wasn't fast enough. [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101016004043/castlevania/images/e/e3/Ghoul.png]Fucker[/url] was already in midair, jetting right at Shalizar. He couldn't get a shot off, the Ghoul slammed into Shalizar, it's frail form bringing down the lizard beast. It's claws were razor sharp, tearing through Shalizar's chest, sinking it's teeth into his scaly flesh. His screamed came as a dull noise in their comms, still recovering from the debilitating screech of the ghoul. Sebastian's rifle bullet pierced the ghoul's head, finally, flinging it off of Shalizar's chest and into one of the pieces of furniture, destroying it. He summoned a new weapon from his apparently growing arsenal, a straight-edged [url=http://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-27/art/bao-deathstroke-sword.jpg]Black and Orange Sword[/url] and approached the furniture. The monster was just recovering, returning to it's feet partially, but Sebastian stopped it from fully recovering, slamming his sword into it's neck and driving it through to the floor, then ripping it across, severing the neck from the head. It squirmed for a few moments before it stopped.

Anna knelt down to Shalizar, reaching into her back to try and find something to heal him at least a little. "Sebastian, there has to be a way to help him, come on..." She pulled out a small flask of red fluid and went to uncork it and pour it onto the wound, but she stopped and let out a silent scream as a gun was fired Shalizar's blood splashed onto her face, his own being eviscerated by Sebastian's pistol. "Say a prayer for him and move on." Sebastian's voice had a chilling feeling to it, the truth of the situation lining it. "There was nothing you could do for him. We're lucky that there was only one." She sat, frozen, her hands shaking. She had been part of death many times before, caused it as well, but none of that mattered when she watched somebody she was trying to help die right in her hands. She clenched her teeth and stood, anger being reflected in her eyes, still holding the elixir in her hand. "No! How dare you end his life?! He did not deserve death!" He approached her, his visor clearing up to show his own glaring eyes. "Stow it. I told you all before we came in here that if you get bitten, you're getting a bullet in the head. The process after being bitten is horrific. To let him live through it to become one of those things is bordering on a war-crime. I did him a favor, he's dead, get over it." He bent over and picked up Shalizar's spear and handed it to her. "Use it in his name and don't let his death be for nothing." She glared daggers at him, snatching the spear from him. Her knuckles were white with anger as he stepped past, replacing his pistol in it's holster, desummoning his sword, and grabbing the AR from his back. "Lets go. Galen's place is another couple miles away and we can't afford to waste time crying over the dead."