Chad grunted and tried to bend his torso back up to his boots, failed and straightened out causing him to swing more than ever. His face already began to visibly turn red from the blood in his head.

"Guh, well that was a bad idea." the young marine admitted as a swung through the aisle again.

Miranda giggled at seeing the upside down hanging Marine as it was quite funny to her, despite the being scared half witless and going her her first kill of a sentient being.

She followed the team. hoping not to freeze up at a critical time, psyching herself up as she wrestled with her conscious.

Sawyer looked up at Chad swinging from the ceiling while his rifle lay in a state of minor disassembly from him working on adjusting the mechanism some and said "Now how in the hayl did you end up there? Shoulda had yer seat belt on like I did." Unbuckling himself after reassembling his rifle he slung it over his shoulder and checked to ensure that his pistol was in its holster and he had his combat knife in its sheathe. "May as well load up as well as we can so we don't have to come back for anything, I'd personally advise rigging this thing for destruction so that if it gets found there's nothing telling the enemy who we are or why we are here" he said as he started looking for a method to carry out his plan.

Chad meanwhile had started trying to stomp his way out of his predicament with his free foot, causing some discomforting creaks from the frame of the shuttle but not leading to freedom. "What the hell- did you think- I was wearing?" The young marine replied between stomps.

Stopping for then to catch his second wind, Chad twisted around to try to peer at Sawyer. "Always down for a nice fire ball." He grunted before remembering something. "Speaking of blowing shit up, anyone checked the cockpit yet? See how our Dear Leader fared."

Rita looked down at Henry when he landed face-first in her lap and raised a synthetic eyebrow inquisitively.
"Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?" She asked jokingly, pushing herself out of the seat after Henry stood up. She walked over to Chad and grabbed his bootstraps, carefully prying him free from the rafter and lowering him to the ground. Her hands were warm like a person's should be, but when she applied enough pressure to her kung-fu grip to lift Jimmy up, it was clear the insides were made of high-density metal, as it felt like his ankle was being held in a vice.
"I'm gonna go find out if the LT is mashed potatoes or not." Rita said, exactly like that. "LT." Well, it did have less syllables.

Rita made her way to the front of the shuttle and pried the door between the cockpit and the "cargo-bay" off its hinges, setting it aside and peeking into the aforementioned pilot's chamber. What did the scene look like? Was it PG-13 dashboard destruction, or an R-rated spectacle of bloody guts splattered all over the windshield like a brand new coat of putrid paint? At the same time, Rita wondered if she could see the lurid hellscape of mishhu-inflicted death and mayhem outside, and curiously peered out the window.

What everyone found out was that Chads foot got somehow tangled in net of this rope bolted to the ceiling. It was apparentl that net was supposed to hold and luggage or something else. Of course with Rita using her charms, the rope snapped like nothing and Chad was free.

After short walk to the cockpit Rita challenged doors to the duel of strength. Door battled fiercely and heroicly but that did not stand a change against amazonian strange of the cyborg. As there was nothing in her way now, Rita could see few steps up and cockpit behind them.

Cockpit was rather small with two seets, one occupied by lieutenant Kowalski. She seemed to be alive, since she held her head with both hands.
"Ouch," she said. She seemed okay except from bump on her head.

What Rita could see through the window was not that okay though. There were few figures walking rather rigidly towards the shuttle. All the blood they were covered in also gave away that they were most likely to be attacked by Mishhuvurthyar parasites.

Meanwhile back in the cargo-hold, Sawyer was looking around the room for anythign he could use to blow up the shuttle. Henry moved to the hatch and looked out only to find himself face to face with rather tall man who meanwhile stumbled his was to the shuttle. Man's face looked rather life-less as it blank eyes set itself on Henry. Large gaping hole in his chest was dead giveaway what happened to the man.
"Bluuargh?" he grunted as he managed to meet up with his prey face or face literally.


15 minutes ago

Laura Romero finally got her free day. Young medic just finished her boot camp and was waiting for unit assignment. There was some talking about sending her of to 4th fleet led by Admiral Wazu, but it was not so sure now. Silver-haired youngling did not have to worry about that now though.

She walked trough the busy streets of Funky City enjoying warm smog and friendly people. Most of them seemed to try sell her her something. It was ussualy alcohol, ciggaretes, kaserine or a rocket launcher. Just another busy day in Nepleslian capitol.

All seemed fine until some shouting got young girls attention. It seemed mass of people gathered in front of one shop. It was selling eletronics and many holo-screens could be seen through the shopping windows. What was on them seemed rather terryfying though.

Screen showed shuttle footage from above Senate building. Large structure had gaping hole and smoke was coming through it. Military trained Laura could easily say that it was cause by very very large explosion. She also noticed that there was fighiting around the building.

7.5 minutes ago

Laura was running. She had no choice she could either run or get squshed by mass of people trying to get away from what was chasing them and what was chasing them was living nightmare. Wave of parasites was flying high speed and attacking anyone they got to. Laura was running for her life. Without any armour or protective suit she was just breakfast for parasites and she knew it well.

From the sounds behind her, she knew that parasites were close. She was sure that she was done for, when suddenly someone caught her arm and pulled her into alleyway. It was tall man in suit.
"Let's go," he said and pulled her behind him.

Looking over shoulder, Luara could see that parasites were busy with street full of running people and they did not care about alley for now. If she was not pulled in by that man, she would be dead by now or undead rather.

After short run they both got into opening. Man was still pulling her behind him showing that he was rather strong.
"I got car nearby, they won't get us there!" He explaned and tried to run even faster. "Shit, behind us!" He said looking over the shoulder.

Parasites finally found the alley and now they were moving to them. Laura could almost see their bitey mouth opening at seeing delicious hosts. Man started running even faster. Before them was Big boxy ground car.
"Open!" He shouted and driver's doors opened by itself. "Get in!" Man shouted and literaly stuffed small woman inside.

Laura turned back to the man as he tried to geit. He was grabbing the steering wheel and pulling himself in when his body trashed. He must have been hit by something in his back.
"Fuck," he said. "You are on you own kid." He added and pulled himself away. He swinged the doors shut and Laura could almost read his lips as he formulated 'lock' with them. Second after the wave of parasites hit.

Now

Everything around Laura was quite dead. Parasited were hitting the car for few minutes before loosing interest and flying off to find new hosts. Windows of the car had few little spider-like crackc on it, but they were otherwise fine. Being car saves Laura's life. It's owned was not so lucky.

There were many dead bodies all around the car and some of them were already startes twitching and tossing about. It was time to get out and Laura new that not so far was a mall. Funny thing about the mall was that it contained well stocked Styrling Store.

Miranda eyes widen as she was ready and holding a weapon. Seeing what was a "Walking Dead" from some horror show, froze up briefly as it was totaly unreal from her perspective and her mind was trying to simulate what she was seeing.

"th-this go-otta be-be a ba-bad dream!" Miranda muttering softly, unsure what to do next as her mind went blank, yet raced with a million thoughts shooting through her brain synapses.

Hero Material? Bad dream? Wht tha fu....? I'll wake up sooon! Gotta stop drinking MacGee's moonshine! Am I in hell the preacher keeps spouting at church? He looks like Joey the coal miner! what the damn answer to 34 x 67? Ten grains of powder then wadding, then projectile.. ? Did Sarah ever have that baby? The bear trap! I gotta check it out tomorrow!

As his ankle was being forcibly evict from its then-current residence the young marine it was attached to voiced his concern. "Hey! Lady! Lady! Bruising! Bruising!" While he dangled by her grip he couldn't help but get a rather excellent view of her miniskirt.

After making a gentle landing Chad slowly sat up and peered around. "Gee, it all looks different right side up."

He looked over at Blackfoot and raised an eyebrow. " 'The fuck is her problem?" he asked the room, gesturing towards her with a thumb.

"Oh, you're not dead. Cool." Rita said coldly as she turned away from the Lieutenant and toward her squadmates. It was then that she saw the disgusting sight of an infected civilian attacking Henry wildly. She knew she couldn't react before Henry could, but she rushed over just as well, in case she needed to save his ass for whatever reason.

Henry had gotten too used to fighting against the living dead in a power armour, and he'd gotten a swift reminder about them: The living dead stink. He was smart enough to carry his rifle with him, and the first thing he did was slam it sideways into the zombie to push it away, then slam the butt of his rifle into its face - trying to push it away.

"Get away from me," He told the zombie calmly as he fired at it - he was so close that he could've fixed a bayonet to his rifle and stabbed it, but that wasn't in his plans, nor could he affix a bayonet to his rifle. (He never really anticipated this sort of thing) "Please." His courtesy towards the zombie seemed ill paced.