What started as a ruined pathway eventually turned into an intricate hallway, adorned with murals, pictures or hieroglyphics. The common theme of these pictures is of a man. A man fighting off beasts, or other armed men. The man became bigger, more menaceing with each new picture they passed.<br/>Wolf stopped for a minute, listening. He thought he heard gunshots. He hoped his team hadnt found trouble...knowing Hirsch...they probably have. The bright light illuminated the hallway sufficiently enough to see that this hallway probably hadn't seen any visitors in over a century... possibly a lot longer than that. The air was stale and heavy, as well as warm. Wolf was sweating by the time they made it halfway down the hall way. His utility uniforn sticking to his skin. Wolf had to remove his clear lense ballistic glasses due to the fact he had sweat dripping into his eyes, and they kept fogging up.<br/>He looked back at Cornelius and thought maybe the cat man was also hot...what with all that fur and his ornamental clothing. Pulling free a canteen from his gear and handed it to Cornelius.<br/>"Is it me or is it getting warm?" Wolf asked holding out the canteen.<br/>They walked for a handfull of minutes until the batteries in Wolfs surefire began to run low. It only took a few minutes for him to replace the batteries and then continue on. Wolf was hoping they'd get somewhere with better lighting. He only had maybe three more sets of batteries.<br/>They reached the end of the hall, Wolfs mouth dropped open, the mural that covered the three doors was awe inspiring. The grooves, the lines, the contours all lined perfectly. The picture was immaculate not a single imperfection. Lasers powered by computers couldnt even make something this perfect.<br/>Wolf whistled as he stared. The man on the mural was more menacing and much larger than his previous versions.<br/>"Someones got a God complex," he said aloud.<br/>Now...which door? Wolf looked to Cornelius and nodded toward the doors.<br/>"Which door you think is a winner?"<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Heuly stepped up to the man, who used to be unconscious and apoeared to be unarmed. Heuly wasnt a person to shoot a defenseless civilian, he may be a hot head but not a mindless killer. Keeping his rifle at the ready, but keeping the muzzle pointed at the dirt he approached. The man was close to Heulys age, he didnt seem militant, no type of tactical gear aside from the travellers pack laying a few feet away. The man sat up on his elbows trying to move.<br/>Heuly raised his M16 a bit, " easy chief, i think it behoove of you to just stay there for the moment," Heuly said casually. He got up and inspected the body of the woman near the man. Dead. Shaking his head he knelt infront of the man. Heuly looked up briefly, he thought he could hear something fluttering.<br/>"Something tells me you aint Taliban," he turned his head to the left and spat on the ground.<br/>" Nor do you look military, so..." he said nodding his head,"you're either a contractor doing god knows what, or....god knows what," unhooking his canteen he tossed it to the man covered in dust. "So which is it brotherman?"<br/>Thats when Heuly heard the gun shots.<br/>*****<br/><br/>Hirsch was about to tell the old man to get on the ground when Cox suddenly screamed out loud.<br/>"Your six!" He yelled and began firing in rapid succession. Instead of facing the enemy behind him Hirsch charged forward and placed a boot square in the mans chest, dropping him to the ground. Cox continued to fire while moving between Hirsch and the threat.<br/>When Hirsch turned around what he saw nearly made him freeze.<br/>Zombies! Real life mother fucking, George A Romero walking dead!<br/>Hirsch grabbed the man by his collar and drug him to the side out of the way.<br/>"Cox, pull back to the right," he yelled. Cox fired two more rounds which dropped the walker with only one arm, before he could turn around the bear creature was hit with a 30 round spray from Hirschs SAW. Once Cox leapt over the small wall that acted as makeshift cover, and decided to make sure the old man stays where he was, kept the muzzle of his gun trained on the old mans head.<br/>Propping the bipods of the weapon on the wall, pushing himself into the weapon while gripping the stock with his left hand, hirsch let loose a continuous burst into the remaining walkers, the rounds penetrated and punctured the bodies that seemed to feel no pain, eventually one of the reanimated corpses was shredded into two peices. Both segments of the body fell to the ground with a wet slap. Hirsch put the rest of his belt into the bear critter, taking out its knees to slow its advanced, then lighting up the head with his last hundred rounds, eventually, his gun ran dry. Standing up, shaking, now he stared at the bodies, still twitching, trying to move. They werent dead just impeded.<br/>While reloading he checked the man.<br/>"Are you ok?" Hirsch asked "What the fuck was that?" He asked aloud not expecting an answer.<br/>"I'm going to try again, who are you, and what in great buddhas balls are you doing out here?" Hirsch asked. The man didnt seem like an insurgent, remembering his comment about military operations being messy Hirsch spoke again "This," he waved a hand at what had transpired, "is not our doing, we are just looking for answers is all, kinda suspicious you playing with corpses after all this went down."<br/>"Cox, ACE report," Hirsch comanded.<br/>"I'm green lance corporal," he said not taking his eyes off the man. Hirsch moved to Cox and placed a hand on the rifle pushing it down.<br/>"Lets get some answers first, before we treat him like a POW," Hirsch said after collecting his thoughts.