The enemy HQ was found by accident. An old, abandoned complex deep in the forest, marked on old maps as non-existent. No one knew what had happened there before, but intelligence had reported strange activity: patrols disappearing, radio signals distorted, the occasional but eerie report of "something that shouldn't exist."

Captain Price led the squad through the cold, dead forest. The wind whispered in the treetops as if warning them, but retreating was not in their nature. Every step they took on the ground covered in rotting leaves echoed dully.

"What the hell of a place..." Gaz muttered, looking around.

"Stick together," Price ordered, checking his weapon.

When they reached the main building, it became clear: it had long been abandoned, but... it was not empty. The front doors were torn off, and claw marks were visible on the walls. The light from the lanterns picked out strange symbols scratched into the concrete.

"This doesn't look like a headquarters anymore," one of the fighters said quietly. "Quickly to the grave."

Price stepped forward. The air inside was thick, saturated with dampness and something sweet, metallic. Blood?

Their footsteps echoed dully. Suddenly, there was a creak. Someone ahead. A shadow flashed around the corner.

"Contact!" Gaz exhaled, raising his rifle.

Price raised his hand, signaling the fighters not to shoot right away. A feeling of anxiety was growing inside him - not like in a normal fight. There was something... inhuman here.

The shadow flashed again, moving too quickly. The fighters' steps became tense, their breathing ragged. The light from the lanterns trembled, snatching from the darkness now broken furniture, now dust-covered monitors.

"They say they were experimenting here," whispered one of the fighters. "But on whom?..*

"Shut up," barked Price.

They slowly walked deeper into the building. The walls were covered with strange runes, their outlines changing if you looked at them for too long. Floor was strewn with dried bones