Gordon took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes. This was hell. It was hell on Earth and everyone was blaming him! Like he wanted this to happen! No! He just was trying to do his job—get the test done and get paid! He had a son to get back to, right? Why would he bring this onto the Earth!?

He let the air out in a hot huff, glancing behind him at the rest of the group. Dr. Coomer, Bubby, Tommy, and... begrudgingly, Benrey. What a ragtag, murderous group of survivors. He'd just watched Coomer take down another clone on their way out, and they were... what, somewhere in sector E? They'd just narrowly got past some weird shark-frog-thing. One of the scientists called it an Ichthyosaur? It was a miracle, and Bubby and Benrey were acting especially weird now.

Whatever, they had to keep going, right? Fuck it. As he turned a corner, he was immediately caught off guard by a weapon pointed in his face and quickly reeled back. "Fuck—!" He paused as he stepped back and pulled out his own gun, only to realize they hadn't even bothered trying to shoot yet. He hesitates a second and looks over whoever was aiming at him.