[b][i]The only reply is the reverberation of your own voice echoing off the walls of the long, dark hallway. A chill creeps up your spine, Because the echo of your voice is speaking backwards. The shadows stir around you. [/i][/b]

[b]The man continues to walk, and pulls something out of his pocket. [/b] My name is Rahn Jurgiel. I am aboard an unknown vessel, in unknown space. I... I'm scared... If anyone can here this, this is Rahn Jurgiel, broadcasting from unknown coordinates. Send help...

[b][i]A strange static voice speaks over the radio..[/i][/b] "...pleh dneS .setanidrooc nwonknu morf gnitsacdaorb ,leigruJ nhaR si siht ,siht ereh nac enoyna fI ...deracs m'I ...I .ecaps nwonknu ni ,lessev nwonknu na draoba ma I .leigruJ nhaR si eman yM" [b][i]More movement comes from the shadows..[/i][/b]

[spoiler]You think I can't read backwards?[/spoiler] What the...? [b]He pulls a gun from who knows where, and continues through the halls of the [i]Bloodwrath.[/i][/b]

[i][b]As you continue down the hallway for what seems like hours, you notice a change in the quality of air. Your eyes, ears, nose, and throat begin burning painfully as foreign microbes from origins unknown assault your body on a molecular level. Tears and thick mucus runs down your face freely, pink and mixed with blood from damaged cells in your body. You begin coughing uncontrollably as every breath feels like acid is eating your lungs. It occurs to you that this section of the ship has its own biosphere of hyper evolved microbes... And that you could die very soon without a gas mask of some sort. Your vision blurs from your damaged eyes, much more and you could be blinded permanently..... That's when you trip over the body. The mutilated, upper torso of a dead man lays on the ground, surrounded by bizarre insects and coagulated blood. His backpack is full, perhaps he could have something to help with your "quality of air" situation. [spoiler]find something in the bag that will help your situation. [/spoiler][/b][/i]

[b]He rummages around in the bag and finds a crude gas mask. He also finds a pistol.[/b] What the -blam!- is this place?

[b][i]As your eyes slowly clear up and you're able to see again, you notice that you're covered in small parasites that are feeding on your blood... Some of them are bulging with strange eggs, some of them are not. Then you feel the worms under your skin - the sensation makes your stomach turn as a wave of nausea washes over you. Unfortunately, you have no time to worry about what's eating you from the inside out.... The half-corpse at your feet seizes you by the ankle and bites into your flesh, taking a chunk clean out and exposing the black, veiny worms beneath your skin - they squeal like mice in a frying pan. The corpse goes to take another bite.[/i][/b]

[spoiler]oh god man... I'm tryin to go to bed...[/spoiler] Augh! Get off me! [b]He kicks the zombie with his good leg until it stops moving. [/b] Oh god... What did I do to deserve this? [b]He pulls out the pistol...[/b]

[b][i]The corps's skull is crushed by your boots, releasing a host of writhing worms that squeal like their cousins that are currently inside you. Your thoughts are interrupted by a small horse of undead, drawn to the noise and commotion. 7 of them hobble towards you at a moderate pace - the stench is nearly unbearable.[/i][/b]

*coughs* *coughs* [b]He walks backwards, firing at the things chasing him.[/b]