DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

"We don't know a lot about what's going on, all we know is that it started here, in this building," Freeman turned back briefly to tell them, making Michael stop walking.

"That's something I've been asking myself ever since you threw that fan at us, why haven't you fled yet?" Michael asked, blinking, "These things can't be negotiated with, every times a person dies, they gain a new soldier. Why would you and the survivors risk it by staying here? Haven't you,"

Freeman interrupted boldly, "You talk a lot, don't you?" he sighed and shook his head, "I'm sorry. We're all on edge. What you saw was probably acute delirium caused by all this sudden mess. We've all lost friends, relatives, and there are children and even babies in the shelter, and they'll never be able to see their parents again. It actually is better if they wouldn't ever see them again," he sighed.

Michael took the explanation roughly. These creatures were really just killing machines. They probably didn't discriminate when killing, and more likely, infecting. He got nauseous and disgusted each time he'd think of what they'd eventually find, but then again, the day had been outright weird. Nothing would be able to surprise him anymore now.

(Shelter)

When they entered, the place was a large cube. Every entrance was tappered up with just about anything: Wood, steel rods, some lockers even placed in front of them, with teams of two to guard the entrance to what seemed to be a former office. There were no fewer than 30 colonists, some of them being scientists, others being engineers, security guards and then some common people. The place was surely cluttered but it was spacious. Children were being kept in a few stasis pods for sleep and nurturing, while the stronger adults were able to sustain themselves with whatever food they had salvaged. It was a deplorable look.

"And I thought misery villages back in Earth were sad..."