Ben fought valiantly against the hundreds of infected. They were all around him, and at the rate he was going, it would be his death to keep going or even stop. The ground started to rumble, and a huge tentacle tore through multiple decks of the rig. Half of a body dangled from the creature, and it opened it's eyes, Jacob's transponder flickering from KIA to ALIVE.
Rek rose his assault rifle. "Kat, grab my pistol." He ordered, then flinched when he realised that what he said sounded like an sexual innuendo. The creature rose onto all fours and shook it's head, and bounded down the hallway at them whining and growling as it did, blood dripping from it's canine jaws. Rek fired at it, his bullets hit its torso but it kept coming. "Leaper!" He fired another burst, seeing the bullets tear it's flesh, then the whole place shook, and the sickly, rotting flesh fleshy tentacle tore through the hallway stabbing straight through the leaper, skewering it.
Rek pushed Kat into the wall the the tentacle shot past them.
Rek looked about, and sighed. "We need to get a better picture of the situ-" Rek paused when the little red KIA light beside Jacob's name went to green. "Jacobs alive." He said quietly, "or at least what ever is wearing his suit is." Rek looked into Kat's eyes and then slid past her, strafing along the wall, towards the stairs, reaching back his left hand for her to take. "Whatever it is, it doesn't know we are here. I assume from the way it only killed that Leaper, and not decide to drag us back with it." He placed a foot along the side of the wall, beside the jagged hole that had been punched though the floor. "It's attack was too precise."
Rek didn't glance back at her, carefully wall hugging to reach the other side of the hallway. "Too much adrenalin..." He mumbled to himself silently, shaking his head believing the amount he had given her was making her somewhat delusional about their situation. He wasn't a doctor after all. "I somehow doubt that, Sergeant." He replied quietly.
She was feeling light headed. Her whole body was weak. Hell she could bearly pull the trigger. But she didnt want to stop. Stopping could cost them their lives. She gave him a gentle push. "Kepp going. I'm fine." If he resisted and tried to get her to rest, then she'd just put the pistol against the small of his back and ask him to keep going.
She glaired at him for several seconds. She wanted to talk back. She wanted to make a point. But an order was an order. Right now, he didn't think of her as someone he loved. He was still thinking of her as just another soldier. And he probably always will. She adverted her gaze and slowly slumped to the floor. Her good leg was bent, while the hurt leg was straight. She sat in silence, waiting for another order.
She sighed, but she couldn't hold back a smile. "Dont be. My mind isn't well. I'm glad you're making me sit." She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. "Youre scared aren't you?... We don't know whats up there. And my injury is going to hold you back." Right now she just wanted to rest.
"We never won, we were fighting our own government, they were the ones who released the virus." He said absently, not entirely sure but it fit the bill. Only the United States Government would be dumb enough to destroy the world as we once knew it. He peeled his own wrapper a bit into the top off the bar, and chewed on a piece.