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[indent][color=gray]The warning klaxons blared throughout the complex, filling the corridors with a deep reddish light. Savaged bodies laid on the ground or slumped against the wall; some missing limbs or otherwise ripped to a bloody pulp. Deeper inside, the terrified screams of fearful men and women could be heard amidst loud, erratic gunfire before they were suddenly silenced, most likely having experienced the same fate as those within the rest of the base.

[color=white]"God help us all."[/color] Sergeant Rhodes muttered, checking his sidearm for ammo. 

Five bullets left. Definitely not enough for him to escape this hell. He would need to find more soon, or perhaps another weapon off one of the fallen soldiers that laid before him mangled. Yet as he turned to one of the nearby corpses in search of such, a guttural groan could be heard further down the hallway.

Readying his pistol, Rhodes prepared to shoot. It was only one of them; a few clean shots could take it out for good. But before Rhodes could press down onto the trigger, one became two and two became four. The undead seemed to continue to multiply in number, much like a roaming herd following each other through the complex.

[color=white]"SHIT!"[/color] He exclaimed, perhaps too loudly. The herd's attention latched onto Rhodes, and began flooding down the hallway towards him.

Knowing that he couldn't fight back, Rhodes raced towards an exit. Damn it, locked. In frustration, he began to slam his body against the door, hoping to brute force open the latch to no avail. The door refused to budge from its position no matter how much he tried.

As the horde drew closer, Rhodes yelled out in anger. He didn't want to die here, being torn apart by those [i]freaks[/i]. But his options were limited, and Rhodes knew it. He had been trapped in a hallway by an approaching herd of undead cannibals with only five bullets left to defend himself. There was no way he was going to escape this alive.

Looking down at his sidearm, Rhodes knew what he had to do. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of his pained screams as they tore out his insides and feasted upon them.

[color=white]"Sorry, mama."[/color] Rhodes apologetically said, quickly followed by a loud [i]bang[/i].[/color][/indent]