Necromorphobia: The Marker

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I had a choice.

Either face a creature that seemed impossible to defeat, or see if my friend was being ripped apart.

I shot a bolt of stasis at the Regenerator, and sprinted towards where I heard the scream. The doors seemed to have been ripped open by force, obviously, since the necromorphs couldn't really open the doors with their dagger-like arms. The Regenerator seemed to have lost track of me, considering the lack of air vents around the area.

I came to the hall where I heard the scream, and nearly vomited when I saw the sight.

Jozeph was split in half, half his face covered with the parasitic plague. The side of his face was plastered with reddish bumps, mimicing the bloodstained armor. I took his RIG, just incase he left any messages or information about himself. Proving his death, infact. I stood there and fell to my knees, realizing I was the only human on this planet cracker. Desolation boiled over in my blood, and I was nearly on the verge of tears.

Then Jozeph crawled towards me.

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He rushed toward me clumsily, the virus obviously taking over. He grabbed my leg, almost crushing the partial armor I had around my ankle. I almost resisted firing at a friend, but I closed my eyes, and smashed his head in, as brain bits and chunks of bone splattered across the floor.

I teared up a little, knowing that my family will never see me again.

This is my final resting place.

This is where I will not only perish, but become one of them.Anger replaced Fear in almost an instant.

What? NO! I was NOT rotting on some condemned ship, just because my two buddies died. I will survive. I will kill every single Necromorph on this ship, until I breath my final breath.

I ran through a few halls, extremely motivated by my pathetic speech in my head, and I started searching through lockers, some with dead air in them, others with items ranging to an assault rifle, to a rotting Lurker.

I started to bust open the final door through the hall, and what I saw swiped the breath from my lungs.

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(Coming out when Masked comes back.)

(which is never, most likely)