bustling facility. The further they delved into the stagnant and dying building, the worse the nightmare became. A soft rippling drip echoed through the corridor drawing Fadei and Baker through the cavernous room and down another descent into an all consuming madness. Baker's boots squeaked and slid as he fought for a footing amongst the blood and viscous goo that coated the slowly descending ramp way. Baker went rigid as he felt his feet aqua planning on the slick mire beneath him, then the world inverted as he left the horizontal plane and slammed down on his shoulders, his momentum lent a charge to his landing as the ceiling hurtled by. The lights in the ceiling reflected the amber glow of his barrel mounted torch, the light arcing and flashing off the casements like a star bursting in the inky blackness of night, the lenses of his mask dulling the repetitive strobe like flash only slightly as he sped by. A deep echoing thump began to take hold as his vision pin-holed slightly. The rhythmic thump driving his senses into overload as he hurtled towards the bottom, the flashing reflection of his torch beam slowly slipped into sync with the thumping in his head. His only escape from the mental torture was the sickening soup like sensation of the clotted blood and bodily excrement as it slid across his uniform. The cold wet sensation smeared itself along his bare skin, as the wet slime plastered his clothing to him. The thickening goo smeared over his skin as he slid through the viscous soup that was the only remnants of the last few uninfected inhabitants. He tried in vain to quell the revulsion as the bile began to rise through his gullet, stinging his throat and nasal passages as it sought desperately for a way to be free of its oesophagus prison. Bile and vomit filled the inside of Bakers mask as he lost the battle against his own body. With a bone jarring jolt, he crashed into the thick, clinging gravy of blood and excrement as it flowed from the passage above. Ripping the mask from his head, he heaved, spilling forth a rancid bile green mixture, as his body forced itself to evacuate his stomach's mediocre contents. Tearing off his glove, his gas mask tossed carelessly aside Baker clawed at his face, peeling the lumps of stale food and mucus from across his eyes. The acid stung his tear ducts as his eyes streamed trying in vain to rid themselves of the acidic slime that had adhered to them. The cloying vapour rose slowly up through his nostrils as he tried to clear his throat only causing his gagging to resume tenfold as he involuntarily wretched again spilling more of the mixture to the waiting floor below. Fadei's hand slowly appeared in Baker's vision as the behemoth stoically suppressed the smirk that wanted to twist its way across his features. Baker looked up at the proffered hand and the heavy aluminium bottle it contained. 'It is a mixture of water and anti-contaminants that was issued to my unit. It should help to cleanse your skin of any residual infection, although judging by the bodies we passed at the top you will not find any amongst this mess.' Baker took the one litre-bottle and emptied the contents over his head and back using his free hand to wipe away the collected muck as best as he could. 'Thanks.' Baker grunted as he pulled the freshly cleansed mask over his head, his words half muffled by the sudden invasion of the heavy rubberised lining of the S-10 mask. The echoing clang of the aluminium bottle made them both start slightly as Baker glanced down at his feet. The lattice worked walkway beneath his feet puzzled him. Shining the torch beam around him his eyes widened in utter surprise as he took in what was before him. 'Fuck me,' the two men said in complete unison as they both gazed out at the area before them. Chrome steel and glass tubes hung for as far as the two soldiers could see, a seemingly haphazard spaghetti like array of clear plastic and steel shod tubing snaking its way to and