<strong>Lance Corporal Benjamin Mathias - 3rd Squad - Feeling like he just got dropped into a B-Movie plot.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As much as he tried to tell himself that none of this was actually happening, he knew enough to trust what was in front of his own eyes.  Mathias had seen plenty of messed up shit in his time, and had done things no man should have to do in order to survive, but<em>this</em>was whole new territory.  Humans were easy to understand, easy to predict, and easy to kill.  These things were something else entirely.  They were fast, fierce, suicidally focused, and undeniably<em>alien.</em><br/><br/>But they bled just like anything else, and that's all that mattered to him.<br/><br/>"Move yer bloody asses so I can serve us up some deep-fried roaches!" he yelled over the din of fire.  The close quarters made it difficult enough to just get a shot in without risking friendly fire, let alone unleash a gout of flame at the ugly bastards.