Eyeball stood next to morse and continued to fire into the mass of creatures that were rushing from the lower floors up to the top floors.
Morses smart gun was shredding them added to that his own pulse rifle and the spray from Colsen shotgun they were ripping them apart, but had they got them all? Combat was always confusing but this was near madness, the confines of the room the screams of the creatures and the blast of gun fire made an almost deafening carcouphoney of sound.
Morse stopped firing eyeball clearly saw the suppression of the creatures stop they surged forwards and up the stairs Colsen called out before he could begging for more fire support from the squad leader.
Eyeball risked a sideways glance at Morse and saw him looking back out the door behind him, at that moment all the hairs on his neck stood up and that cold chill ran across his skin, Morses first words were no comfort
oh fuck
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Time had slowed down what had felt like minuets since Morse had stopped shooting was really only seconds his smart gun returned to the killing at hand, spraying the black wave of claws and teeth as it tried to surge up the stairs.
Morse called out for the other smart gunner to come down and assist slowing what ever was outside behind them. Eyeball quickly spoke up
" Morse I think some May have got past and up the stairs tell him to assume unfriendly as he descends "
Another roar came from outside and Eyeballs flight or fight primal response made its presence known, that noise cut right through to the bone, thank god for marine corp drill instructors,eyeballs defaulted to the trained response, focus on the job at hand, support the squad, kill what had to be killed now, deal with the next scary shit next!
<tag Morse>
<roll firing>
<reload as needed>