... should have seen it coming. The blood on the walls... the days-old slaughter of innocents... wall and floor patterns were twisted beyond recognition. If I wasn't so used to halucinations, (more kick-start, fix the gash on my arm) my mind warped by the stuff so much, so often... well, I should have seen it coming.

The blood coated everything. Bodies littered the rooms. If it wasn't for the UV (prep the next dose, I'll need it in a minute), I'd have been puking just like my pathetic squaddies. Up the stairs, the throbbing in my temples building to a combat rush, I kicked the banisters in, macho gesture, alerted... it... to my, our presence. (forget the UV, need some flip, boost my confidence...)

By now I was all over the place on the UV, didn't care, pushed the door in, bellowing like a Ten-ner (better, less depressed now, NOW prep the UV), didn't see the creature until it was too late... it was sitting in the middle of the room, watching the bodies decay around it... accelerated somehow... putrifying flesh... oh, god... (where's that Beat, UV's too much)

It looked up. Jesus, the eyes... empty gory rotten sockets with tiny little flames as pupils... THAT'S when I REALLY should have noticed, slowed down, pulled out... (mmm, KS kicking in, time the Beat rush, peak together... buzzing head, painful... a feelgood... yeah) But no, not me. Not then. I could see victory, his... no, ITS broken body crushed under my Mutilator. Success was all I cared about.

It opened up, the head, the body, even the arms, just split and unfolded, flying towards me, engulfing me in dead, clammy flesh... Someone opened fire... hit me but the thing fled, leaving me covered in green rotten body-fat. Then I started thinking (Ok, get up now, another 5 or 6 seconds, then kick the door in... dropped the feelgood... lips slack... what?), decided to fix myself up, check my... my....