Just a warning, do not be angry about the creature of my own creation I put into here! I am almost getting tired of sticking to the bounds of a game and I want to make this fanfic different!

I check around me quickly in the silence, gun at the ready, my breath coming and going quickly, the only sound in the dead room.It's quiet, too quiet. I shake the clicheout of my head. There are two tables, one with a smashed radio on it, and the other covered in scattered papers, a messy medkit,and blood. When I approach, my heart almost stops. The blood is still wet, not more than a couple days old,plastering the reddened papers to the wood. The ink was smeared on the papers and I figured I wouldn't be sticking my nose into those private contents. I also see some stairs with two wooden crates beneath them. I wondered what was in the crates, maybe something useful, and I consider busting them open to find out. Oh screw that!I leave the crates where they lie not wanting to waste time.

I bring my pistol to bear, lining up the elevated, painted sights and proceeding slowly, checking where I plant my feet. A couple more ginger steps and I turn into the upstairs. The room is barren save for some empty gun racks and ammunition shelves. Not like I need those supplies badly considering the freaking armory my wood house has. On the other side of the room I spot the source of all the blood downstairs. A black man with a huge gash in his arm, withgauzewrapped around it and a ragas a turniquette. It must not have worked. Upon checking his pulse, I know he's dead. He is wearing Rhodesian camouflage and a tan shirt with the BSAA logo emblazened on it. Checking his dogtags, I see his name was Idi Mumba. The "Africa" tag under Country of Origin confirms he was from around here. I shake my head, wondering how the hell it keeps happening, these biohazards. I could only hope the bastards responsible would pay.

I now turn my attention to the padlocked door just next to him. With a key I find next to him, I slowly unlock and remove the steel padlock. With my Mk23 raised, I kick in the door, and am immediately greeted by a horrible stench like someone combined garlic with ketchup, mustard, and s**t. It literally burns my eyes, but I keep them open and almost wish I hadn't. In the middle of the barren room is some greenish brownmonstrosity. It almost looks like a hunter, but it has tentacles like an insect and a pulsing growth on its shoulder. My first thought is of that line from Predator: You are oneUGLY mother****er! It lets out a horrible screech and projectile vomits more of the foul smelling fluid my way. I narrowly avoid being splashed with it by dodging out of the room quickly. The insect hunter isn't too far behind though.