[i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] You repeat the mantra in your head, over and over. [i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] You weren't prepared for this. No one was. The facility is awash with the weapons fire of those quick enough to grab a rifle...and the screams of those that weren't. Good thing you were quick. [i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] [i]They[/i] keep coming. Determined, relentless, merciless. Three stepped out of the shadows, their glowing blue blades dripping with the blood of your comrades. You dropped the first two quickly enough, but the third charges through with a savage fanaticism in his eyes. Without hesitation, he leaps over the others' bodies and slashes down in a curved arc. In desperation, you hold your rifle out to brace for the strike. The blade comes down with a tremendous force, strong enough to rattle your bones. The smell of ozone hits you as your arms burn with electricity from the monster's weapon. With that kind of power, your rifle should have been cut in half...and you along with it. But it held. Seizing the opportunity, you twisted the stock upward as the creature's blade slid down the barrel in a shower of sparks. The monster turned to face you as the rest of the rifle's magazine was emptied into his chest. You moved back to the ammunition crate in the middle of the hallway and topped off your supply. As the shadows begin to move at the end of the corridor, you start firing. The rifle sight is cracked, but the aim is still true. [i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] The gunfire has stopped. The screaming has stopped. [i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] You are alone. [i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] You will die here. [i]Fire. Crouch. Reload.[/i] But Death is not always the End. [i]"Is it possible? There you are."[/i]