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    The soldiers aimlessly pointed their M16s in the dark, towards the noise.
    Another crunchy footstep echoed in the still lab.
    Above, an el ectrical hum resonated in the ceiling.
    “ Electrical grid failure detected, rerouting to emergency power. A r epair team and security have been notified . Stand-by for power grid re-route ,” the pleasant female voice announced.
    Air started gently flowing thr ough the vents and rustled the scattered papers on the floor. T he ove rhead lights slowly brightened back to life and revealed the bloodied Dr. Raymond standing behind the unaware Cpl. Andrews .
    Dr. Raymond had been struck by multiple shots, but he d idn’t seem to notice. His clouded eyes were focused directly at the side of Cpl. Andrews’ turned head . He gave a guttural growl, grabbing Cpl. Andrews’ attention.
    Cpl. Andrews startled and quickly turned to wards the doctor .
    “Ah, fuck–!” Cpl. Andrews screamed as he raised his M16.
    Dr. Raymond quickly leapt onto him.
    Cpl. Andrews shot a wild burst of gunfire as he tumbled backwards to the floor, shooti ng one of the overhead ceiling lights in the process .
    Dr. Raymond straddled him and knocked the M16 aside with his forearm just as Cpl. Andrews gave the trigger another squeeze.
    Patrick went f lying backwards, screaming, as the automatic gunfire tore up along the center of his chest and shattered his facemask. He collapsed onto his back, twitching .
    Dr. Raymond vomited on Cpl. Andrews’ facemask, but t he bile simply beade d- up and rolled off of the clear plastic. Undeterred, he leaned closer and ripped a la rge tare in the side of the white- suit with his teeth . He s pat the piece out and sunk his teeth int o the side of Cpl. Andrews’ exposed neck.
    Cpl. Andrews screamed and withered in excruciating pain, struggling to get free.
    The white-suited soldiers opened relentless fire on Dr. Raymond , but the doctor didn’t respond to the multiple rounds striking his body.
    The doctor jerked his head away , holding a large chunk of flesh between h is teeth. Cpl. Andrews screamed as blood poured out from his gaping wound.
    The soldiers continued fearfully firing , riddling Dr. Raymond with fresh wounds.
    The doctor started to lean down again –
    One of bullets struck the side of Dr. Raymond’s head and erupted out the opposite side. He jolt ed and then collapsed on top of Cpl. Andrews, motionless .
    Cpl. Andrews rolled the corpse off of him and scurried to his feet, covered with the doctor’s coagula ted blood. He pressed his palm tightly against the wound on his neck and grimaced with pain.
    The white-suited soldiers trembled as the y stared at the bullet-riddled corpse of Dr. Raymond. Then they turned and looked at their fallen brethren , Patrick, who had stopped convulsing and now lay motionless in a pool of b lood courtesy of their wounded leader.
    “That… he bit me. He fucking bit me,” Cpl. Andrews finally said, keeping a hand over his wound , still in disbelief and shock. He reached into one of the cargo pockets on his white-suit, pull ed out a gauze bandage, and affixed it to the bite on his neck.
    Cpl. Andrews walked over to Dr. Raymond’s corpse and fired six times into what remained of its head.
    Cpl. Andrews turned towards Patrick, aimed, briefly hesitat ed, and then fired two rounds at his forehead.
    The rounds punched through the facemask and sunk into Patrick’s head , making his head lull inside its prot ective suit.
    Lloyd’s heart was racing and fear had tied his stomach into knots. He knew that Andrews was right earlier. Whatever the virus was, he could not allow it to reach the surface.
    “Advance,” Cpl. Andrews ordered.
    The five remaining white-suited soldiers made their way through the swinging doors in the corner of the lab, weapons ready
    F our doors ran along the side of the hallway and one doo r sat at the far end. Bloody smears covered the hall along bot h sides. Another doctor inside a white-suit laid face-up in the