Originally posted by: doornail
I open the door and this eviscerated corpse nailed to the ceiling began screaming as two-headed things came rolling out of the ductwork -- I emptied the plasma rifle like I was painting the ***damn place. When the rifle was spent, I backed away switching to the marine's best friend, Mr. Combat Shotgun. Blasting furiously, I finished the last of them and remembered to breath again. Dug out a cigarette and put a pistol round through dead-guy's forehead ... just to be sure.
Then I discovered the doors were sealed and the only path forward was a hole into the coffin-wide crawlspace under the floor -- drenched in gore and echoing with the sound of strange skittering.
"You gotta be f***ing kidding me", I whispered aloud.
I stamped out the cigarette and checked my weapons.