He looked down at the curled fingers of the hand that was laying on the ground, and for the first time he realized that they were claws ending in sharp points of bone. He bent down and poked it with the barrel of the CAR, and the fingers immediantely curled into a fist, tightening its grip with so much force that the points of the fingers began to disappear slowly into the flesh of its palm. He kicked it hard back down the corridor that he had just came from, enjoying the sickening thud as it struck the wall.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Jame's thought.
He reached down and clicked his radio on, cursing loudly as the static screech rang out through the hall. He thumbed it off angrily, and raised his CAR in the direction of the intersection. He thought about flicking on the flashlight attachment on the end of the CAR, but then dismissed the idea. The only thing that he had going for him was surprise now, and running through the corridors with a bright white light wasn't going to do him any good.
Jame's pressed himself against the wall and side stepped his way to the end of the corridor, he peered around the edge of the wall in the direction that the beast had disappeared and saw that the bloody trail disappeared around another sharp turn about fifty yards down the corridor. Another thing that he noticed was that there were four finger grooves dug into the wall on the right hand side of the wall.
"Jesus fuckin christ" he muttered.
He jumped the trail of blood and pressed himself against the wall with the grooves in it and made his way slowly down to the turn. He readied the CAR and jumped out into the open, letting out the long breath that he had been holding. Empty. At the end of the hall was an elevator shaft, the doors were buckled in and he could see that the shaft was empty. An electrical cable hung in the empty shaft, throwing sparks every few seconds as it struck the door. On the left was another door, or what was left of a door. The medal had been shredded and it hung by one hing at an awful crooked angle, the room beyond was as black as midnight. Jame's slowly made his way down to the room and with expert fingers he reached up and clicked on the flashlight and then swung it into the room sweeping back and forth in fast strokes. Empty.
He looked across from the room and in another little alcove he saw the empty rectangle were a door used to be, and beyond that he could see stairs leading down into darkness. The blood trail led this way.
"No other choice bro" he said to himself.
He crossed the space to the small door and swept his flashlight across the stairs and over the rail to the flights below, the blood trail ended on the second flight down leading through another door. Jame's braced himself and slowly made his way down the steps, carefully avoiding the blood. When he made it to the landing between floors below him, Jame's froze. He could hear a wet smacking sound, like a boot falling in wet mud followed by a sickening dragging sound. The sounds were coming from below him, something was coming up the steps, no dragging itself up the steps. Jame's covered the end of his flashlight with his hand and then...
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