Prototype: New World, Still Hunting

"...Only I know the code..."

The wet sound of meat being smashed and crushed. A blur of images. Daylight. Panicked shouts and the thud of boots, almost drowned out by wailing alarms.

"...Deck! All Hands on Deck! Intruder..."

A monster, easily twenty feet tall, squaring off against a black shelled humanoid creature. The roar of planes and the sharp crack of firearms filled the air, followed by the dull thump of bullets cracking into flesh.

"...All available support to Citadel..."

The roar of engines and great rolling explosions. The screams of a beast in pain, and the dull slurping sound of something burrowing through flesh.

"...Father Device has been activated..."

A panicked rush, the rough feeling of chains, the noise and lift of something heavy moving through the air.

...Speed…

...Noise…

...Light…

...Heat…

…

PAIN!

PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!

REGAIN STRENGTH! HUNT! KILL! CONSUME!

HUNT! KILL! CONSUME!

Hunt... Kill... Consume…