Bodily Corrupted
The murmurs of dissatisfaction and closed eyes had changed. Now, the overdue passengers had their eyes wide open, uncertainty audible in their voices. Across the room, people looked up like the clergy of a church at the television screens as sudden newscasts came in. Exterior observational systems had suddenly gone black, and rumours of large, looming unidentified ships waiting just on the outside of the base were filling in. The artificial streets were suddenly in uproar and confusion as shopping malls, clubs, theaters, and other places where many congregated had been closed down. Armed soldiers, many of which were wearing HAZMAT suits and military grade armour, moved quickly and without haste as civilians and camera crews watched from a distance. Whole buildings were locked down in minutes and intel on the specifics were scarce.
Jarek Svarc didn't look at the televisions for long. All around him, the room seemed to have suddenly become tense and anxious, as if in its entirety it was a nervous and cornered animal. Hurried questions were sent to loved ones over cell-phones and once near-slumbering groups of people rose to their feet all around, as airport security crackled over walkie-talkies and the staff looked around nervously. Things got worse when the security teams entered. Angry and scared, the mob began to throw questions their way and towards that of the staff, demanding to know what was going on. As they did, the din from outside began to rise in volume and chaos, becoming a sonically undefinable mix of shouting, sirens, and rumbling. The Equimanthorn-born man wasn't sitting anymore nor bunched into a mob. No, he was getting out of here with his belongings. He was-
...Staring right into her eyes, that woman, that pale-skinned...ghost of a woman, as if for a split second, time around them had stopped, and the only thing he could think of was her gaze, and that smell, that subtle smell, almost hiding from his nose. He'd never seen this pale-skinned woman before, but the sudden-ness with which she became the focal point of his senses, he knew that wasn't natural.
"You...," he said, as if it was all he could think of to say "This, this is just run of the mill for you...isn't it?"
The near-riot-like conditions around them suddenly returned as his senses filtered them back in. Yet he remained un-moving, simply looking at her as if she was all he could see.
Yet in the flash of an eye it stopped. The sound everyone was dreading to here pierced through the cacophony of confusion. From the docking area, loud, ripping, crackling sounds, those of modern weaponry, tore through the air, and in response, the anger and fear turned into terror and madness. Men, women, and children ran in a disorganized heap, through the security forces, towards the door, and into the escaliting insanity outside. Screams were heard, some of them twisting and seemingly bestial, from back within the docking port where the ship had landed awkwardly, along with more gunfire.
As orders were shouted and armed forces moved to and fro, all he could do was stare at her, feeling as if he should be angry, yet the only prevailing sentiment was confusion.
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It plowed past a guard, ignoring the bloody holes in its fleshy, gnarled hide. It had the legs of the dead on the ship, yet its body seemed a horrid jumble of putrid splotchy flesh, gnashing and mutated limbs seemingly plucked at random from a selection of invertebrates, and whatever that was human about it had been re-arranged in a way that seemed to be a macabre parody of the earth-born species.
The vague form of a torso, now covered in some half cartilage-like, half seemingly fungal growth, shuddered forward on horrid limbs. The ribs of the chest had seemingly elonated into an uneven shuddering collection of makeshift, pointed limbs, holding it only slightly upright,. Its form was still bent as if it was some stalking predator, dragging its almost centipede like lower body along, tiny limbs, some of which were the other ribs, scampering to keep up. Its weapons were a pair of long and spindly pincer-claws, and seemingly what may have been a neck. A vaguely spherical shape, torn in some places, and with hellish hints of what was the unfortunate victim's eyes, now just white spheres, swung wildly to and fro, its lower jaw seemingly elongated to a snake-like level, snapping wildly.
A few guards turned around to fire, but the abomination shambled forth, faster than it should. A long claw sliced them horizontally in one sweeping move, drawing blood and sending them to the round. Meanwhile, the crowd grew even more panicked, crowding the doorway, as the morbid creature was not alone. More aberrations of re-purposed bio-matter, some in far more disturbing reconfigurations, were breaking through the doors, squelching and chittering.
One of them, some sort of hovering lump, putrid yellow green, gazed at the black-haired woman with skin as white as heaven. A plethora of mis-matched limbs, bones, and bizarre protrusions seemed to shudder softly, shaking like twigs in the wind. Suddenly, blood-red patches seemed to erupt on where its face should have been, and a shrieking howl emanated. What seemed to have been a hand, fingers bent at odd angles and elongated to disgusting lengths, pointed at her, jabbing fiercely.
A few of the other abominations suddenly turned away from the outnumbered security forces and rushed towards Gillian and Jarek.