06-11-2010, 02:29 PM
"Am not," Michael answered, taking on an opposite route to make sure they were split but not far away to look for a way to light the place up, "I'm sure Jeremy isn't either. This place shouldn't have Unitologists in it... CEC established the colony on behalf of the government, and I doubt the Unitologist Church and it are on good terms," he paused, his hand feeling for something familiar, "Hey, I think I found the switch..."
Michael flipped it on; the electricity seemed to be working as the room filled with bright light. He looked to his left as he felt someone stare at him. Right in front of him there was a bloody head upside down, arms hanging out of some sort of hole indented on the wall, that was surrounded by several other square-ish holes, some of them closed or opened. Michael became frozen, gasping once before suddenly going silent, his eyes behind his RIG's helmet becoming paralyzed at the sight of the corpse's expression of agony. Michael slowly spun, suddenly noticing what all the markings were. Blood. More corpses and bloody body parts lay scattered in the room they had come in.
A morgue.
Michael flipped it on; the electricity seemed to be working as the room filled with bright light. He looked to his left as he felt someone stare at him. Right in front of him there was a bloody head upside down, arms hanging out of some sort of hole indented on the wall, that was surrounded by several other square-ish holes, some of them closed or opened. Michael became frozen, gasping once before suddenly going silent, his eyes behind his RIG's helmet becoming paralyzed at the sight of the corpse's expression of agony. Michael slowly spun, suddenly noticing what all the markings were. Blood. More corpses and bloody body parts lay scattered in the room they had come in.
A morgue.
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