Heavy footfalls filled a silent hallway as a figure ran quickly. PVT Connor Voss, a soldier of the MGF— Running away.

He turned a corner hard, hiding himself away from whatever was happening back from whence he came. He clutched his rifle tightly to his chest, taking in heavy breaths as he tried to pull himself together.

Everything had happened so fast. One minute, everything was alright, not a thing to worry about. The next, those things were on top of them. Swarms of what was once normal people stampeded down hallways, gnawing and gnashing their teeth and clawing at anyone who was unfortunate enough to get close.

He didn't even know if there was anyone left, now. Maybe they'd all died, and he was left on his own? And if that was the case, then what would happen to him? Would he die? Would he just become another one of those shambling things, looking for a life to snuff out?

Would anyone remember him if something happened?

He'd huff softly, slowly sinking down to be sat on the floor, a heavy sigh leaving him. They never should've come here, to this awful place...

...His thoughts would be pierced through by a sudden noise from nearby, making him clutch his rifle even tighter as he sat up straighter, his head looking around wildly in an attempt to spot the source of the commotion.