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middle of the hall in a pool of old blood. Bite marks riddled both arms of the white-suit .
    “What the fuck,” Lloyd muttered quietly.
    The doctor ’s head j olted up from the floor and his clouded blue eyes glared at the group of soldiers though the white-suit’s blood-speckled facemask.
    “Contact! Contact! ” Lloyd shouted .
    The doctor abruptly sat up, snarling.
    Lloyd fired a burst of automatic gunfire along the center of the doctor ’s chest up through the center of the suit’s faceshield. The plastic faceshield shattered a nd clouded with blood as the doctor fell back onto the floor wi th a meaty smack, arms flung up over his head.
    One of the doors along the side of the h all flung open hard against the wall–
    The soldiers quickly aimed at the door.
    Another white- suit with a shattered faceshield darted out into the hall and looked around wildly, hunched over. Like the other s , his suit was caked with blood . He looked towa rds the soldiers and his eyes suddenly became f ocused. His lower lip was missing and l ooked gnawed off.
    Lloyd let out an unintentional terrified gasp.
    “Contac t!” Lloyd shouted.
    All five soldiers opened fire.
    The white-suit gave a feral cry and ran towards the soldiers, not impeded by the gunfire ripping through his chest. He shoved Lloyd backwards.
    Lloyd fell onto his back and his M16 slid a cross the hallway.
    The white-suit pinned Lloyd down and vomited on his face.
    Vomit beaded on Lloyd’s facemask and rolled down the sides .
    Lloy d brought his knees u p against the man's stomach and pushed–
    T he white-suit flung backwards in the center of the hall.
    Lloyd quickly got back on his feet and wiped the g ore off of his facemask with a gloved hand .
    Undeterred, the white-suit snarled and stood–
    Cpl. Andrews aimed at the white-suit 's head and fired.
    The man’s head shattered like a rotten pumpkin inside the white hazmat-suit. He collapsed backwards , his face a gory mash of pulp and bone .
    Cpl. Andrews picked up Lloyd's M16 and handed it back to him.
    Lloyd straightened up. H is face was pale under neath his blood streaked facemask. He took the M16 with trembling hands.
    “Let’s sweep the remaining rooms, pla nt the charges, and get the fuck out of here,” Cpl. Andrews said quietly, holding his wounded neck. “Move up!”
    The soldiers split off into the small four rooms.
    Lloyd approached the door at the far end of the hall cautiously, weapon ready. He reached for the silver doorknob slow ly and tried to open it.
    The door was locked from the inside.
    Ll oyd knocked on the door.
    Nobody answer.
    “Open up. Search and rescue,” Lloyd yelled .
    There was no reply.
    Lloyd fired a burst of gunfire at the knob. T he knob housing fell to the floor with a rattle. He slammed against the door and it swung open into the room, knocking over the tal l computer server that had been propped against it.
    The computer room was small and v ery cold. Tall stacks of triple- redundant Novell servers were lined up along the back of the room while s maller towers and routers were neatly arranged down the center. Air conditioning vents were installed in both the floor and ce iling; all of them were churned out bitter cold air.
    A white-suit was face-down in the center of the room . Unlike the other ones, it wasn’t bloodied and didn’t look compromised.
    Lloyd’s mind went back to how the door was locked and barricaded. This one managed to bunker itself in , he thought. Still, he did n’t take any chances . H e knew what his orders were and he didn’t want to get infected. He aimed at the white-suit and stepped closer, weapon trembling.
    “Hello?” Lloyd asked as he approached .
    He stood above the face-down white-suit, weapon aimed at the back of the head. Hesitantly, he kicked the side of the white-suit with his boot.
    The white-suit didn’t move.
    Lloyd kicked it again, harder, but the white-suit still didn’t move. Taking a deep breath, he rol led the white-suit