Maine Using rags around him, Maine did his best to stop the bleeding form the gunshot wound on Lucien. He was so focused in his work that he didn't immediately notice the crimson goo seeping in. It wasn't until the goo began to cover Lucien that he bolted from the ground and saw all the goo everywhere. "What the fuck?!" he blurted completely unaware of what was going on. He quickly brought his rifle up, prepared to shoot anything that moved. Nyx now would be a good time for you come out..... *Silence* Crap... He attempted to rescue the man but was unsuccessful as the goo surrounded his prone form. Then he heard the screams, like that of a dying beast, causing a chill to run down his spine. Maine slowly crept forward out of the room, rifle up as the sound of screams came closer. He heard footsteps in front of him and was prepared; however could only gasp in horror at the sight before him. A sole female figure approached him, face completely caved in, gurgling as it stumbled forward. He froze up, unsure how to react to the zombie-like creature, but he quickly recovered, lifted his rifle, and fired five rounds, three rounds center mass and two rounds into what was left of her head. There were screams more up ahead as Maine readied his rifle for the next people. The next batch came in and before Maine could identify who they were, he fired ahead. Maine stopped midway the moment he realized who exactly he was shooting at. "Sarge?" he weakly called. At a closer look he realized it was indeed his former Sergeant, except with her eye hanging out her socket. Following her were other members of his former squad in various states. Some had missing fingers and various others cuts and bruises and all were wearing some prisoner garb. "What the hell did they do to you guys?" he said, voice breaking. He struggled to bring his rifle back up, unable to shoot his old friends, his family. Maine's hands began to shake the weapon at his sergeant. Even with all his will, he couldn't pull the trigger. His eyes began to well up with tears and he collapsed to the ground, crimson goo creeping up his legs. "I"M BACK! Who missed me?" a familiar voiced called in the back of his head. "What's going o- the hell?" Nyx immediately became aware of the situation. "Maine get up. You need to snap out of it. It's not really them you know that. Come on!" she order to no avail. Maine was completely out of commission, the sight of his now dead comrades emotionally disabling him. With the creatures approaching, Nyx had to do something. Maine would not do anything, so it was on to desperate measures. Appearing in her shadow form, hands sharpened she readied herself and attacked the group ahead of her. She stabbed mostly in the head, as all the zombie movies had taught her. All the while Maine just stared and watched as his shadow attacked his dead friends.