He couldn't even finish when a sound echoed off the walls. It resembled a can being dropped on the floor, and it came from the entrance to the Terrosphere. Rob froze. There was a can, he had seen it. A can filled with pieces of human flesh, in the middle of the 'art gallery' in the entrance hall.<br/><br/>"Shit. Luc, close the door," Rob said and stepped out of the lab, gun pointing straight forward. A quick look to the left and right assured him the hallway was clear. Or so it seemed. Sarge took a deep breath as the familiar feeling of adrenaline being pumped into his veins spread through his body. Step by step, hoping it was a dead body giving in to gravity and tumbling over that pushed that can, he sneaked back towards the entrance, looking over his shoulder every couple of seconds to make sure he was the only one attracted to the sound.<br/><br/>Breathe in. Breathe out. Back among the hallways and staircases of the facility, there was always space to run, always room to fight. But here, back in that tiny lab, all the civilians were trapped. Back there the thought kept him going that if he falls the others would still have a fighting chance. But down here all they had was Luc's gun and a cart of food enough to keep the sated for maybe a day. And no place to run.<br/><br/>No other sound came from the entrance hall. But that meant nothing. It could have been a survivor, an actually sane human being that had caused the noise, now scared and waiting, or running, or hiding. But it could have been an infected now lurking, or just walking around wondering whether to eat the contents of the canister or pluck their own eye out, or masturbate. The virus affected them all differently and their behavior was simply unpredictable. Rob remembered the manic laughter from the maintenance area of the 21st level. Did that creature follow them? Or was it the insane artist - came back and didn't like their work? Or something else? He reached the door leading to the entrance hall and stopped. This was the most dangerous moment. He took a deep breath, looked back to make sure he was alone, and pushed the door open with a powerful kick, stepping back at the same time and aiming forward with the handgun.