The operating theatre was filled with a deafening staccato of gunfire as the CraSec soldiers fanned out into the room, targeting the pungent mounds of flesh growing all around the room. They created a loose perimeter around Freyr in particular, and for all the scientists to get lower to the floor, giving them a clear line of sight toward any hostiles. 

Freyr grabbed a scalpel from the surgical table. She ducked down onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the nearby wounded soldier. Vines had wrapped themselves around his midsection and neck; he was desperately pulling at the latter, the whites of his eyes clearly visible even in the gloom. Freyr scooted up next to him and began carefully sawing at the vines around his neck with her scalpel.

After a few seconds of cutting, the vines gave way and the man drew a gasping, ragged breath. Freyr was about to begin cutting away the creepers around his chest when something at the door caught her eye. Facing them through the glass double doors leading to the gloomy corridor stood a man-sized creature. It was composed entirely of the same grungy flesh currently coating the walls and bubbling up through the floor. It had oversized arms with long, thin, organic but sharp looking spikes on the end. Freyr couldn’t see any features on its face.

With the flickering ceiling lights casting long shadows on it’s form, the man-creature burst through the double doors, both of its arms out in front of it. Freyr fell onto her back and tried to scrabble backwards but vines caught her hands. “Look out!” She shrieked. One of the soldiers must have noticed, because energy bolts blew holes in the creature’s chest. But it kept coming, jumping towards Freyr’s prone form.

The lights stopped flickering, and in another blink of an eye the regular operating theatre had returned. The vines, fleshy piles and rushing creatures were nowhere to be seen, except as an imprint on her eyelids when Freyr blinked. She collapsed back, her head resting on the cold floor as she caught her breath. The soldier with the mangled foot moaned loudly as the other soldiers called for medical help.

"Vreta, are you still there?" Freyr called via their resumed comm connection, still laying on the floor for now.