Neil had a grim, nearly insane amount of satisfaction cremating the spilling corpses. The fire lit up his face to reveal a grin, and perhaps Sayeeda would understand why they'd given him the 'Firestorm' codename back on his homeworld. He sprayed his weapon just long enough for the flames to reach chest height, licking the walls with its pseudo-napalm chemicals. Neil never did find the science behind this type of flamer. It was a step above the normal terrestrial-make.  

He was glad Sayeeda had yanked the flamer away when she had. He had gotten carried away and nearly killed them, but then again that's why she was here he guessed. "My bad." He said, his eyes still glowing with a crazed glint, though it was slowly fading. The slams knocked him out of his reverie, and the scraping noises [i]even[/i] through the half meter thick blast doors told him enough about whatever the hell was on the other side of the doors. 

"I think we're dealing with someone you don't deal with everyday..." he deadpanned, though his face showed for once that he felt the gravity of what they were dealing with. He'd never heard of an alien who rends corpses and puts them in shallow cocoons on high places. He'd never have even imagined it. Some of the bodies had looked drained of all meat and fluids as well, just before he had scorched them. It was only now his mind had caught up with what he had seen. 

Neil backed up then, reloading his ammunition and mentally telling himself to conserve it now. "Ok...watch the vents. We don't know how little these things can get. Or how big the vents get." He reminded her, turning around. Both of them needed to head further into the facility to find another corridor that led back to the A level. Opening the back hatch, they hesitated and waited, only proceeding when the coast was certain to be clear. 

The hall was covered with blood, streaks of it across the floors, walls, and ceiling. It reminded him of the disappearing face back in the decontamination part of the facility. Something had yanked it away to feed on it further. "Let's stay close." He told Sayeeda, walking over the slick floor. As they walked, doors to personal rooms had been torn to pieces or shattered. The third door they passed, a severed head watched them with an impassive gaze, a parody of the life it conveyed from its mouth still opened for a wordless scream. 

Behind them, they heard a dry clicking noise, and a shuffle in one of the smaller rooms they had passed. They froze, and soon a wet thump hit sounded from within. It sounded like another corpse dropping. Neil gave Sayeeda a hand signal. He hadn't used any in years, but he indicated to her to shine a light and flush whatever it was out, so he could get a clear shot. 
[@Penny]