The footsteps echoed through the dark hall way as the few lights that dotted it flickered in and out throwing grotesque shadows on the floors. With a steady pace Marcus walked further into the stone corridor the darkness becoming even more stifling as he moved further and further. The echoing of his own footsteps began to unnerve him even as he knew that there was nothing down here that he needed to worry about. The thick scent of blood filled his nostrils as he moved further in the scent terrifyingly familiar from his many life and death battles in the marine corps.

His boots clicked slightly against the floor as the scent of blood began growing so strong that it was gagging him. Covering his mouth with his shirt he continued down until he moved into a large open area the only light in it shining down in the center on a blood covered mass of human looking flesh. Walking up to it he got a closer look and he instantly burst in to tears there laying at his feet was his wife barely clinging to life. Her whole body had been ripped to shreds blood pouring from the wounds. Quickly picking her up her blood quickly coating his clothes he made a dash for the door across the room. He fell short as a strong but slender pale white hand punched its way through his chest shattering his sternum as it pierced him. Spreading its fingers the fingers shredded there way back through his chest shredding what remained. Using the last of his strength as the cackling in the back ground died down he kissed his wife as the two of them passed into death in one another's arms there blood mingling on the floor beneath them.