"Lock it down! Lock it down! ARRGH! Gurr-PLUUGH!" The sounds of an ally getting ripped and torn asunder by the gurgling mass of flesh and pus rang through the radio in the mercenary's helmet. The only thing between him and that was a few seconds of running up stairs.
Ground Floor, the gate's just up ahead.
Once on the other side, the emergency door could go down. It couldn't go down with him on this side. He carried a stable sample the beast. Even if they locked it down with him, and he died, they wouldn't be able to kill it unless they could study the sample. The only sample left.
Shooting it didn't help. The merc threw his gun down as he sped down the hall. His chest heaved up and down and his vision bounced as he neared it. Safety, so close, so- GURK!
Ever muscle in his body tensed up. His teeth clenched. A sting of electricity shot through his mind as his nerves worked to overcome the feeling of a sharp piece of flesh protruding through his chest.
He was done. This wasn't something you survive from. It wasn't something you escape.
Alive.
The merc grabbed his combat knife, stabbed it into the creature's tendril and ripped it apart enough to fall loose.
Holding his ripped stomach, the mercenary stumbled forward and fell so close to the door.
The sample. It could save so many lives, but it couldn't save this one.
Vision blurred as semi-conscious hands pushed a vague figure up just a little more and out the door.
Vision came back for a moment. A moment that seemed to last an eternity. The writhing mass of flesh, bone, and viral tissue wreathed forth and seemed ready to lunge out the door into the world.
The emergency lock. Right next to the door, behind a bit of glass. The hand, not feeling a thing as it pulled out the handgun. The shot deafened him. It was the last ting he heard.
The last thing he saw was the door closing, the glass shattering beautifully. A job well done.
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