Chapter 5 - Friend Or Foe
A flash of red light scorched Thompson's vision for a second, a flare had been lit by one of his men. His eyesight returned after a small moment and he looked behind him to see Walker placing a flare down beside the fallen creature, which had been dragged in to the small clearing in which they stood. He turned around again to face the mysterious man and let out a yelp of disgust.
The man put back his head and laughed deeply. It was the strangest thing Thompson had ever seen. a man missing a significant portion of his face laughing. The flare light showed the man for what he really was. On the left side of his face, from the chin to about nose-level, there was just an abscense of flesh. A gaping hole showed right into his mouth.
"I see you noticed my little cut."
Thompson couldn't do anything but nod. He was almost in a state of shock. Finally, he brought himself together.
"What... The HELL did that to you?!" He stammerred.
"The same thing that got my scientist friend over there." The man gestured to the alien corpse.
"Scientist friend? What?" Thompson was feeling un-easy. In the war he had seen men's flesh burned right off with acid shells. He had seen men explode in a mass of blood and guts thanks to the expanding-nubbed bullets, but nothing was like the idea that was now dawning upon him.
"That... That thing was a scientist?" He murmered.
"Yes... Its rather sad, don't you agree?"
"Are you trying to tell me that all those creatures were scientists from the chemical lab?!" Thompson had found his voice again, and started to raise it.
"Oh no, no... That was the only former-scientist in that bunch of them. The rest were your friends who came through this way a few minutes before you did." The man showed no emotion.
Thompson collapsed to his knees. That was why he recognised the sounds of the guns. He tried to speak, only to find he had lost his voice again.
"What... What the HELL is doing this to them... to you?" He stutterred.
"You'll find out sooner or later. You might want to know that the lab is about 100 paces that way." He pointed into the trees.
Thompson turned to look for a mere second, and when he looked back, the man was gone.
"What are we gonna do?" Walker came up behind Thompson, startling him."
"We're gonna toast whichever fucker killed our friends."
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