Heavy locks retracted with a dull thunk; the doors hissed and slid back. A tall man in black leather darted into the cell, looking fervently down the sights of his rifle as he cast its beam around. Empty.
“Dammit!” he snarled, lowering the weapon. He held a radio to his lips.
“Command, this is Alpha 105. We have a code red in sector 17A. I repeat, we have a code red, over.”
“Alpha 105 this is Command. Roger that. Out.”
“Yeah. Helpful,” the man muttered, taking up his rifle. He glanced around the cell again and ran out into the corridor, the halogen lights flickering above his head.
As he turned the corner he slowed. A small boy lay slumped against the wall. He approached carefully, looking around before kneeling beside him.
“Are you okay, kid?” No answer.
“Kid- Oh Jesus.” As the boy’s head slumped, a deep slash across his throat gaped wide open. Blood smeared the wall as he fell onto his side. More slashes across his ribs and torso. Dark blood was pooling beneath his legs.
“Command, this is Alpha 105. We have a fatality, over.” Static. He spoke again into the cold, black plastic, his mouth suddenly dry. If it had reached Command, then-
A scream from ahead. The man dropped his radio and leapt through the doors, terrified of what he’d find and yet relishing the surge of adrenalin as he roared.
“Where are you? Show yourself!” A woman staggered out of the shadows, bleeding from a dozen ugly gashes.
“Help me,” she whispered, sobbing. “Please. Please, for the love of God-”
It jumped out of the darkness. Sunk its fangs into her throat and tore it out with a low growl. Blood sprayed the wall. The man opened fire. It screeched and writhed as the bullets peppered it. Elongated limbs flailed. Its cruel eyes narrowed. It leapt onto the wall, scurried over it and pounced onto the man with a high-pitched shriek. He screamed as it knocked him to the floor, talons ripping into his flesh, eyes blazing inches in front of his own. And then its jaws clamped down onto his face, tearing and biting and it would not stop.
His screams echoed down the empty corridors.
Something’s out there…
An it’s thirsty for blood