Zoey was heading back towards their starting point, finding it a bit odd that the soldiers were ignoring them, but then she saw one of them pointing a rifle at them, staring at them as if they were monsters.  No... not at them, behind them.<br/><br/>"GET DOWN!"<br/><br/>Maybe it was an almost animal like quality that made her obey.  Maybe it was self-preservation.  Maybe it's because when a commando who looks scared as fuck pointing a rifle at you and yells to get down, you do as you're fucking told.  No matter what, the results were the same, and Zoey hit the deck, and turned to look back.<br/><br/>She didn't... couldn't... believe her eyes.<br/><br/>The creature glowed an unearthly color, throwing deep shadows behind anything blocking its light.  That made it all too painfully clear the exact moment that the white light added a splash of color to the proceedings.  A splash of crimson.<br/><br/>Alec took off, and Zoey only needed a moment to decide that was the best plan as well.  She took off after him, staying low and scrambling over everything in her way as they made for the hatch.  The smells, the sights, the sounds, all were drowning out as she decided the best place for her was somewhere far away from whatever that thing was, and Alec provided a handy excuse to haul ass.