In the middle of the night tragedy struck, two unsuspecting soldiers slaughtered in their sleep. It was so horrific it caused even the veterans to uneasy.

The room was painted in blood, guts torn out, limbs cut off and inconsistent words written on the wall in blood.

An assembly was called to discuss the murders. Someone in the base had to have done it, one does not simply sneak into a military base unseen.

Roach felt a pit in his stomach form, he had worked with the two and was incredibly saddened by it. He glanced at you sitting further away, and a chill ran down his spine.

You looked straight back at him, there was an intensity in your eyes that bordered on madness. The smile that graced your lips disturbed him, it was as if he had locked eyes with a serial killer instead of his friend.