Forget About Freeman

What are these things? I thought, staring at the alien-like creature laying before me. They're like facehuggers mixed with uncooked chicken. I heard some sort of footsteps behind me, and darted around, aiming my rifle at whatever approached.

"More of you fuckers?!" I shouted through my gasmask, capping the zombie-like entity in what used to be its face, now hidden by one of the facehugger-ish creatures. It fell to the ground with a thump, and I sighed as I opened one of my vest pouches, fumbling around for my walkie-talkie. Bingo, I thought when I felt the little device in my hand. I took off my gasmask, and transmitted.

"Scorpion 1-3 to HQ, I repeat, Scorpion 1-3 to HQ." I said, trying to keep my voice at a low-ish volume. A voice with a hint of static replied.

"We read you, Scorpion." I grinned, as coms were finally back online. I still had hope to find somebody to replace my dead squad.

"Requesting backup from any nearby squads, over?" I requested, my glare scanning the room around me.

"Copy, report location." the radio replied, growing in static. Coms would probably be down again in about ten minutes, so I still had time. I looked around for any signs indicating my location.

"Uhhh, looks like I'm just outside the security outpost by Weapons Design, how copy?" I stated, my eyes resting on the doorway in front of where I was standing.

"Solid copy, standby." HQ replied, getting shrouded in more and more static. "We... squads in your immediate...wait for..." Looks like coms went down a hell of a lot faster than expected. I groaned, and dropped the radio back into my pouch. It was hopeless. Whatever the fuck happened was blocking any form of communication half the time, and the other half it was too dangerous to transmit. I stood up, and slowly stepped out of the room and into the hallway in front of me, slipped my mask back on and slid on my NV goggles over them. This place is dark as hell...

I ducked down behind a nearby crate when I heard approaching footsteps. Crap. I peeked around the corner of the box to see another zombie. This one was special, since it seemed to be wearing camo and body armor. I clenched my teeth, and popped out the barrel of my gun and plowed a burst of rounds into its chest. The first bullet didn't do much, but the other two tore straight through it, dropping the creature to the ground. I glared when I stood up and approached the corpse. Some poor bastard was caught with his mask off... I thought, kicking the body to find that it was indeed dead.

I continued down the dark corridor, keeping my steps quiet and my eyes peeled. They didn't say I was going to be fighting for my life against aliens... I thought to myself, reflecting on the op briefing. How many more fellow grunts would I watch die? How many more innocent lives did I need to take? How many more wounds would I need to tough through?

I walked for what felt like hours, past locked door after locked door. Finally, I came upon what looked like an office area. I heard a muffled groan, and turned to see another zombie. Instead of shooting this one, I stormed up to it and bashed it across the head with my gun's stock. I should keep it relatively quiet... I sighed, and held my rifle up to my chest, looking around. All clear. I quietly stepped around a corner to see a scientist, cowering in fear. I sighed, and sighted my rifle in on him. He didn't see me, since he was too distracted by a dead security guard, trying to revive him. Stupid bastard.

I shot, the recoil pushing my gun's stock into my shoulder for a moment. I approached the body, confirming he was dead, before continuing on my merry way.

The office complex had more aliens than I had expected.

I dove behind a vending machine that had tipped over, as an effort to avoid a burst of energy. First raw thanksgiving dinner trying to rape me in the mouth, and now bipedal raisins trying to blast me into oblivion with their magical wizard hands? I clenched my teeth, and fired blindly around the side of the vending machine, praying that I would hit my enemy. The only response I got was another blast of energy.

Suddenly, I remembered my underslung 'nade launcher. Poking my gun around the top of my cover, I took aim and clicked the trigger for my M203, laughing when the alien before me exploded. Green blood covered the area where it once stood. I was so busy catching my breath, I couldn't react in time when another raisin-man ran around the corner and shot at me.

The beam of light and mass amounts of electricity had moved so fast, I just watched in terror as it hurtled towards me. A burning pain shot through my entire body, and I screamed in pain as everything turned to blackness.