[i][b]Guts - Siberian Research Facility[/b][/i]

Guts ascended the stairs after some time of searching. Maybe there was a map in the warehouse he missed, or at least some supplies to keep warm.
"What's this fog?" he asked, reaching the top. As soon as he entered the thick mist, his eyes began to burn, and he coughed uncontrollably.
[i]Poison![/i] he thought, stumbling. He ran, tripping, through the fog, knocking over several forms until landing on his side, unable to move. At this point, he was more or less blind, and swung his iron fist around, standing on one knee.