Rob shook his head. "No animals here, Luc. Can't let a cat run rampant around a chemical lab. Pets forbidden. If you saw something move, then something moved." He took a deep breath and stepped into the shadows.<br/><br/>This section of the hallway was dark - the blasts had knocked out the lights. It was a side passage to the way they had come from. He quickly swung around the boxes Luc had shown him, pointing forward with the gun. Nothing. He glanced around, then he took out his flashlight and circled around in the with the beam of blue light. Nothing. He turned around.<br/><br/>"Nothing here. Your mind probably did play a trick on..." A violent scream interrupted him and a heavy body dumped down upon him from the ventilation pipes that ran along under the ceiling. The damn thing had used the boxes to climb up! That's what Luc must have spotted, Rob thought. Only pure instinct saved his life: he instinctively grabbed up and spun, throwing the attacker over his shoulder. Sharp pain flushed through his arm as the weight of the falling body twisted it.<br/><br/>The attacker was a man - an old man, dressed in a torn brown uniform. Chili. Or more precisely, sergeant Matthew Adam Riley, alias "Chili", the 51 year old veteran. He fell down heavily and dropped the knife. Rob managed to stay on his feet barely, cursing to the pain in his arm and shoulder. Luckily, it was his weak right arm. He quickly raised the gun with his left and pulled the trigger, blowing the zombified face of his old friend apart. "Goodbye, Matt." Rob whispered. He quickly turned around, gun ready to fire, but it seemed old Chili was the only ferenzi in this corner. He got down on one knee and unstrapped the fallen soldier's gun. It was empty. He took it and walked back to the group, rubbing his twisted right shoulder. It hurt like hell. He called one of the healthier scientists and stood by Lucian.<br/><br/>"Doc, check me out for scratches and the likes. You know what I mean" he ordered and turned to the cook, handing him over the empty gun. "You wanted a better weapon, Luc? Seems this is your lucky day, then, son, cos you've just been promoted to a kick-ass." he forced a smile on his face. "Here's my spare clip. Fourteen bullets."<br/><br/>The doctor helped him remove his coat and shirt and took a careful look along his sweaty body. "You look clear, sarge." he sighed with relief. Some of the people sighed, too. Rob nodded.<br/><br/>"Thanks, man. Alright, I'm taking the front again. Keep your eyes open - don't forget, we have a jester up ahead laughing at us. Move out!"<br/><br/>He hurried forward and into the left passage of the Y.<br/><br/>