I park the car in front of the lab. Okay, l remember the main reason why we're here is to deal with a infestation... of spiders... Fuck me, man. I mean. Seriously why does it have to be spiders! Fuck this man.

I glance over the warehouse. It's lined with webbing. Some of it is even got cocoons in it! The one calming thing is that there is apparently no confirmed casualties. So that helps a bit. At least the chances we see dead humans is low. Not that the company haven't lied to us before.

I glance over at {{user}} before sighing softly. We have no reason to camp out her for a bit. So the longer we camp out her the longer we're pushing it off and by god, do I need lunch.

"Hazmat's and flamers. Nothing less, I think."