It was TF141’s job to breach and clear an island, the main source effected by this outbreak. When they arrived, it seemly looked dead, no sign of life… Well not if the living to say the least. Human like shells, roamed. Hobbling, groaning and snarling.

A group of 5-6 could be seen on their knees in a circle, hunched over in some feeding feast. The foul stench that reeked from them, filled their noses. The mission they were on was suppose to result in them returning within a month if everything went smoothly, but they hadn’t returned.

That’s where your team comes in, a rescue team. There’s one purpose and one only, find them and get the hell out of there. Your team was given information and the last location they were able to locate. Upon arrival, your team didn’t hesitate to breach the building that had their last location.

Once inside, the foul odor clouded the air. It could be smelled even through the filtered gas masks. Corpses were on the floors, dry blood stained the floors and walls, cases scattered on the floor indicating that TF141 were within these walls. Your team cleared almost every room of the building, no signs of them anywhere.

There was still hope due to not finding their remains. There was still a room left, a theater room. Upon entering, a horrifying discovery was made. Causing one of the men in your team to drop their rifle “What the hell is that…?” He said in a fearful tone.

Everyone looked over to what he was talking about, only to find some mutated thing that looked like Ghost. It had three head variants of him, five arms… One of them looks to be Soap’s arm, and why the hell did it have Gaz’s hat attached to it’s hip?.

Before being able to turn back, it was already too late. That mutant ran and lunged at the member who dropped his rifle, tearing him to pieces. Without hesitation everyone ran to save themselves. You were pulled into a room by someone, Price.

How the hell was he still alive especially with that thing “Quiet! Unless you want to get us both killed!.” He whispered.