[color=66CDAA][i]...Wish I had a better weapon...maybe I can find something in the armory to use...[/i]

Feeling slightly nauseated by the smell of the gore, I swallow hard and enter the mess hall, headed for the kitchen. As much as I don't want to, my eyes are trained on the floor to avoid stepping in the blood, even if it's dry. [i]If I'm going to be in here, I better double check for food, water, anything...[/i]was my thought.

As I tried to open the door, it felt as if something was propped against it. Only after shoving my entire weight against it was I able to open it, the sound of something heavy smacking the floor. Going inside, I found that the object was, in fact, a body that had sagged against the door. There was a gun lying on the floor nearby, almost as if the (now unrecognizable) person had committed suicide and bled out on the floor. [i]What the heck is going on here?[/i] I asked myself.[/color]