Subject 52

''3, 2, 1 ready? BREACH''

A large explosion rocked the compound.

Move move move! barked sgt.Collins, before dashing into what left of the door frame.

The rest of the squad, consisting of pvt.Marshall, pvt.Smith, pvt.Stevens, pvt.Johnson and Cpl. Evans rushed in after the Sergeant, spreading out in the hall. The darkness around them was thick so they turned on their light, the sight they saw sickened them to the core.

All around them was bodies, mutilated, some torn apart limb from limb while others had just the skin strangely left. Pvt. Stevens vomited but was still wearing his gas mask causing the vomit to fill up his mask which caused him to franticly claw at it, cutting his head in the process till he managed to get it off.

What happened here? asked Pvt.smith

How the fuck am I meant to know? shouted out Pvt.Marshall

Evans go check out the computer logs with Johnson, Smith, go with Marshall to the storage facility. ordered Sgt.Collins

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I get stuck with that arse then, sir? Marshall laughed out.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shut up Marshall! replied Smith.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">''Ok, everyone ready? Move the fuck out then!'' Barked out Sgt.Collins

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Everyone moved out.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Marshall crept along the corridor, searching every room along the way. So far, all they had found was some rooms scattered with paper and some more skin shells. Suddenly, Marshall and Smith came upon a large, very thick steel vault door. Strangely though the door was torn of its hinge and covered in deep scratch marks. Marshall had a bad feeling about this.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">‘‘Let’s go inside  whispered Smith.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">You first Hissed Marshall.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Smith started to slowly creep in, his flashlight underneath his rifle scanning the room, the wall and floor seemed to be covered in some sort of sticky resin from some unknown source. Marshall thought he sported something in the corner of his eye but when he turned to look it was gone.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">‘‘Just my imagination'' Marshall said to himself. It didn't help, his pulse was racing and his stomach felt like it was on a rollercoaster. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Suddenly, Marshall heard a large scream coming from down the hall. He turned to the room to call out to Smith but there was no one there. He rushed into the room and found only his gun, covered in some strange liquid, Out of the darkness a large, blurry thing smashed into him, knocking him out the room and onto his back. He pulled out his pistol and fired shot after shot into the darkness till he heard a click.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shit moaned Marshall

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He jumped up, and a shooting pain tore through his side.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">‘‘Shit, fuck, shit’’ cried out Marshall as he limped down the hall. He reached the main entrance, not looking back, in fear of something in the darkness leaping out when he turned around. Every shadow seemed to be a monster ready to strike.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He looked around, unable to find the sergeant or Stevens. Suddenly he found them.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The sergeant was torn apart, however Stevens was on the floor, mainly untouched apart from a strange red cut on his chest. Marshall ran over to him and asked what happened. Stevens said that Evans and Johnson came running down the hall earlier, covered in blood. They said they found a survivor shivering in the corner, baling about something before his skin ripped off and a thing came out. They also said that whatever this is, it was extracted from an asteroid that landed nearby where a strange alien creator, dubbed subject x was found. After Evans and Johnson arrived we heard a large scream and a dark image flashed across the room, slashing the sergeant in half and dragging Evan and Johnson off into the darkness. I felt something on my back then blacked out.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Suddenly, blood started to seep from his mouth. His skin started to tear apart, blood spraying everywhere. A large meteor tore its way out of what was left of Stevens. Marshall stood there in shock, till he felt a searing pain in his leg and he was wiped off his feet and dragged into the darkness but the monster...

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:12.6pt;"><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is my first story, I hope you like it.