[Fez]

Ryans team was in the lift, coming back up from the hive. Suddenly the lift stopped. "Wha!?" said one of Ryans men. The lift started going back down again, at a huge speed. "WOOOOOOOOW!" shouted everybody. It hit the bottom, and the doors opened into the armoury. The troopers personal lockers locked, and other weapon lockers opened. "Dean!, what the hell is going on!" shouted Ryan. His team grabbed the M-8's from the lockers and loaded them. The doors to the hive opened. "Okay team, its just another bughunt" said Ryan, how wrong he was. The bugs came in large groups, the team fired, the bugs not even flinching, one jumped at Ryan, he pinned it and fired point black at its head, nothing happened. There was a fire flash though, and a cartridge came out. "SHIT! Dean filled these weapons with blanks!" shouted Ryan, the doors to the armoury locked shut. One of Ryans men pulled out his knife, but it wasnt enough. The entire team was slaughtered.

Scott and Tracy were locked in Deans chamber. "We gotta get out of here!" panicked Tracy. "SHHH, listen..." Scott said. A whiring noise could be heard from the walls. Standard defense autoguns activated came up on Deans screen. "HOLy SH-" 4 small gun turrents came out of the corners, and fired at Scott and Tracy.

15 hours later...

Jim woke up, startled. He had had a horrible dream, where the bugs had escaped and killed all the people in the city. People had died all around him, some torn apart, some swarmed in small insect type things. Others just falling down dead. He got up and checked his watch. 10:00PM He had been asleep for almost 15 hours. He looked around. it was dark in the city, bodies were every where, torn up, cut up, or just lying dead. Fires had started in some places, cars had been wrecked. Military vehichles were turned upside down. SWAT vans runined. Normal cars, on fire or destroyed. "What happened here?" Jim said. He was scared, why was he still alive? so many questions came to his head. He went to a turned over APC, and saw 3 dead soldiers inside, he saw a bloodystained M-8, he took it, and loaded it. He suddenly felt a cold chill, he looked up. Part of the dome had been blown up, and a M-22 osprey was hovering over the hole. He could just mkae out 8 shapes, diveboming from the ship. The osprey flew back out of the hole and away and the 8 shapes got closer. At roughly 30ft. from the ground, each person pulled a cord, releasing a parachute, then at about 5ft. the people pulled another cord, and the parachutes dropped, the people fell 5ft., and looked up. Jim could now make up the people, they were wearing black clothing and vests. They had gasmasks on, and were carring M-8's. He could see 3 people with M-29's and one person with a familiar desert eagle. 2 of the people pushed him down, and handcuffed him. "Check for more survivors, get an ID on this one." said one of the soldiers. One of the soldiers looked at a small laptop on his wrist. "James H. Rakkenfield, biological materials" he said. "SIR!, no other survivors!" said one of the marines. "Check thermal cameras" said the same soldier, who Jim had worked out was probably the leader. "No sir, noone" said another marine. "Check this one for infections". A soldier ran up to him, and put a injection in his arm. "HEY!" Jim shouted, it was no use. "He's clean" said a female voice. "Sir, bio-matter air form is not in this region" said another soldier, who was holding a weird moniter. "What do we do with him?" said another man. The leader took of his gasmask, revealing a male face, with short blond hair, and blue eyes. "We take him with us" he said. And with that, Jim still handcuffed, the team moved throught the city, fast, and checking every alley, taking their gasmasks off one by one.

to be continued...