Jack looked around the room, then slung his shotgun onto his back. He knew that when push came to shove his new ability was a better bet. Jack took a few steps forward to the desk, running his hand across the polished surface. He looked to the trails of blood, then to the sparking elevators.<br/><br/>"Whatever happened here happened fast," Jack muttered. "The disturbing thing is the lack of bodies... What did the monsters do with them...?" Jack walked over to the stairwell, he looked up it, then down. "I suppose there's time for the downstairs later, there could be survivors on the upper floors..." Jack walked upwards, paying attention to the sounds around him, waiting for whatever trap that lie in wait to be sprung...