After two weeks, your head is throbbing. It's almost impossible to think. The situation on the surface has only gotten worse. Your mind flashes with memories of a desolate world and a ravaged base.

The lights go out, replaced by flashing red ones and a groan echoed through the base. Your eyes dart to the desk. Inside one of the drawers was a gun.

Grabbing the weapon, you dash down the hallway and down the stairs to sub-level four. Terrified, you blockade yourself in one of the small rooms.

Suddenly, a huge spike jabs through the door and tears it from its hinges. The Mutt lunges at you.

Firing blindly, you graze its leg. It cries out in pain and rips its spike-like foreleg down the front of your torso.

The last thing you remember is the pain as the creature tears you apart, it's leg dripping shiny, blue blood.

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