Kevin was the first member of the team to reach Joseph and quickly took a knee beside him, his hand moving to Joseph’s throat in order to check for a pulse. He’d known Joseph quite well, they had often gone out for drinks at J’s bar when they were off duty, and Kevin would have definitely counted the man as a friend. These thoughts were quickly sidelined as an infinitely more important one filled Kevin’s mind.  “Pulse” He said firmly “I’ve got a pulse! It’s weak but it’s there!”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>To call Joseph’s body a mess would have been an understatement. He had several deep gases torn into his chest by what appeared to be claws, a large chunk of meat was missing from his right shoulder, as well as several smaller missing pieces from both his legs. It looked like some kind of wild animal had decided to have its way with the poor man. “Pilot” Arthur said into his radio “Set down and bring in the stretcher. I’ve got a man down and in what appears to be critical condition.”<br/><br/>The pilot they’d been assigned  was also meant to serve as the team’s medic, exactly why someone had thought that two such vital combat roles would be best served by the same person escaped Arthur, but that was the way things had been assigned to his team.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“I’m on the way”  the pilot responded as he brought the chopper in and began to land in the same clearing in front of the mansion that he’d used to drop off the S.T.A.R.S. team.  As soon as the craft was on the ground he was unstrapping himself from his seat and moving into the passenger cabin to fetch the stretcher and the first aid kit. He really, REALLY didn’t like this assignment…. This place was giving him the creeps and the sooner he got into the mansion, grabbed the down S.T.A.R.S. member and got back into the air the better off he’d feel.<br/>As these thoughts passed through his head he slid the helicopter’s side door open, grabbed the first aid kit in one hand, the stretcher in the other arm, stepped out onto the ground, and found himself looking right into the faces of at least half a dozen wild dogs. He didn’t even have time to utter the curse that popped into his mind, in this case ‘shit’, before the dogs were on him…<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Each team member’s radio came alive with the voice of the pilot “Aaaahhhh! No…no….nnnnoooo aaaagggg. Help!! Help me!!” The man’s voice was coming across the radio in screams of pain, and under it the sounds of growling and snapping could be heard.<br/><br/>“MOVE!” Arthur shouted as he sprinted back towards the now closed door to outside mansion” Even as he did a thought passed through his mind<em>Who closed the door?</em><br/>