He opened his eyes slowly and his gaze wandered through the scene. It was horrific, it was...<br/><br/>It was wrong. He shook the emotions off and took a closer look. Something about the corpses of the butcher people wasn't right. His eyes wandered through their pale skin, their torn clothes, the blades and shattered glass stuck to them, the name tags on their toes, the cut off limbs, the...<br/><br/>The name tags on their toes. Rob sighed and rubbed his forehead. These weren't victims as such. They were cadavers - corpses the scientists in the Terrosphere used for research and experiments. Whatever had happened to them, it had happened after they were already dead. His heart resumed his normal rate and he took a few steps forward.<br/><br/>The bodies were lying around the entire entrance hall of the facility. No two wore the same clothes or were in the same positions. Some had various objects sticking out of their flesh, others were partially skinned or cut on. Dry blood was smeared all over the walls and the floor. Sarge began to realize what must have happened here and he shook his head in terrified disbelief. It was the work of a ferenzi. Those of the infected who didn't die got insane in very unique ways, bringing the worst of their personality forth. Some were sadistic, others masochistic, paranoid, schizophrenic, some liked to kill, others to rape, torture, even steal. And this one... this one must have envisioned himself or herself as some sort of a sick artist, and this here was their exhibit, their work of art. Rob nearly vomited. It was sick, alright.<br/><br/>Some of the civilians, impatient and uneasy, approached a little closer and gasped when the horrible view unveiled itself to them. One woman threw up, another sobbed. Rob quickly raised his hand and turned to them.<br/><br/>"Nothing to worry about. All of these you see here were cadavers used for research," he said, repeating his own thoughts. "Look at the name tags," he pointed. "An infected must have passed by and wanted to leave a sick joke behind, but there's nothing to worry about. You will be safe here." He beckoned them to follow as he stepped into the Terrosphere, carefully stepping over an elderly woman impaled with what looked like a sharpened leg of a chair. The ferenzi that had done this could still be here, he reminded himself as he steadied his hand. Scared and reluctant, the civilians followed.