You’re in a ransacked facility of sorts, it’s dark and spooky. Oooooo. Desks are overturned in offices, bullet holes are in the walls, papers are everywhere in messes, stuff like that. The electricity is out in most areas, too. You eventually walk into an armory room, it’s dark, and you can’t see anything. Except for two green dots, which look like eyes. Than, a man wearing a full black outfit and tactical gear walk into the light, and put the two dots— night vision goggles, up so he can see clearly. He’s holding a rifle. “Boo.” He says. His voice is deep and rough. He motions his left hand into a finger gun, shooting you with it.