Terra moved quietly, her feet scuffing ever so slightly on the floor below causing her to turn back, pointing the gun and  panning it around cautiously. Heart thudding in her chest she leaned against a wall, closing her eyes briefly to catch her breath and control the urges to panic. Swallowing against the lumps in her throat she sighed quietly before pushing herself from the wall again.<br/><br/>Internally she counted off her footsteps, her ears picking up the hum of sound of boiler systems and the thrum of noise filtering through the heavy layers of metal that made up the compound. She could almost imagine the flames licking at the side of the building as the atmosphere allowed it to grow out of control. She only hoped the ships from the other facilities could make it in time to put the fire out from the air. If they could do that, they stood a chance of being rescued. They'd check the area for them, bring more troops, clean the area out of the infected.<br/><br/>Everyone knew what to look for. Two monorail systems didn't simply derail for no reason, much less explode. A few low intensity lights continued to guide her way through the tunnels as the caution lights above were choked out by some kind of substance that covered the grating. Stopping she looked upward cautiously, moving the gun to point the light on top to try and get a better view.<br/><br/>Pat.... Pat.... Pat....<br/><br/>The sound of something dripping made her narrow her eyes in curiosity. Standing on her tip toes she tried to touch one finger to the substance but instantly changed her mind. Something about the substance was off, and wrong.<br/><br/>Pat... Pat...<br/><br/>This time she felt the drops upon her cheek causing her to stagger back. Lifting shaking fingers to her skin, she wiped at the moisture before looking at it in the scant amount of lighting. She expected to see nothing but clear substance, water most likely, one of the cooling vents leaking or one of the water pipes doing the same. Instead she saw something black, and sticky. She didn't need the light to tell her it was blood.<br/><br/>Dropping her gun she tore a section of the bottom hem of her shirt away before she hastily wiped her cheek raw trying to remove the blood. Picking up the gun again she noticed the floor was covered in the sticky substance as well. Gasping she staggered back against the wall. If this was something that could get her infected she would need to worry about getting it in her eyes, nose, mouth and any cuts on her body. Her clothing didn't matter she was one of the many who were resistant to the airborne strain of the virus.<br/><br/>Gingerly she picked her gun up again, looking upwards at the material blocking out the light. As the beam of light focused, a hand dropped down into view. The ones pink skin was now pale, covered with streams of clotting blood. Gasping even louder she squished herself against the wall, training the light towards the face of the person mashed against the grating. A hole had been formed somehow in the metal, though she didn't want to imagine how.<br/><br/>Having had enough she backed slowly out of the blood on the floor and started to run back in the direction of the Terrosphere. She needed to get there, to warn the others about the scientist who was still likely inside. The man would allow them in, but that wasn't likely all he would do. None of them had a way of knowing what they were about to face.