The overhead lights in the infirmary suddenly shut out, cutting Lowreys question short. Lowrey and Hoffen both looked up at the lights. "eh.. I'll get going. This is getting weird", Lowrey said. He left the infirmary and began walking down the hall. Nearly blinded by the darkness, he had to feel his way down the hallway. Suddenly the emergency intercom turned on.
"We're having some technical difficulties at the electrical center. Please dismiss any future incidents. Thank you", then the intercom shut off, followed by an unpleasant silence. Lowreys eyes began adjusting to the darkness, and he noticed a several humanoid silhouettes only 10 meters down the hall in front of him.
"Uh.. Steven? Philo? Is that you guys?" Lowrey called out.

Steven grabbed his head with his two hands and stood agaisn't a wall, he whispered to himself ''This can't be happening...This can't be happening...'', his head started pounding as he remembered past events where he barely had survived, and he remember that one situation.

He reached for his pocket and took out the pills, he took 2 more and looked at them for a while, he firmly grasped it, keeping it safe was top priority. ''I'll need them...'' He whispered, he grabbed his head once again, hit it with his palm one time, and put the pills back in his pocket.

''Let me see something...'' He grabbed Lavrov's flashlight and went closer to the humanoid figure, it looked like a normal human, except much paler and looking nearly dead, it suddenly looked at Steven and went after him.

Steven felt his head pounding harder and harder.

As one of them pulled out a flashlight, Lowrey realized it was Steven and Lavrov. They seemed to be focused on something further down the hallway. Lowrey jogged up to them. "What a day, huh?", Lowrey said, trying to make a joke out of the chaotic scenario, but when he saw the expression on Stevens face, he knew something was wrong. Lowrey soon realized what they were focused on.

I guess coffee can wait until later.

*jogs over to where the flashlight was shining*

Electricity can be unpredict-

*see's the figure and Steven*

....

''Anyone got anything to bloody smack that thing with?!'' Steven shouted, he tried to look calm but his head wouldn't stop pounding and he wouldn't stop shaking.

It must be a 008 victim, he thought, they do keep one of the samples in that facility; what a good thing it isn't airborne!

''Actually nevermind, i'm just gonna...'' He ran into the break room, broke a chair and took a pointy piece of wood, he went and tried to hit the infected's head, and he did! After that the piece of wood slipped from his hand and fell on the ground, and the infected wasn't really affected by the hit, the infected lifted his arms up and dropped them with all his strenght, scratching Steven's shoulder, arm, and left side of his face deeply.

Steven touched his face and looked at his fingers, there was blood in them, he suddenly thought a bit and realized the truth.
He went and picked up the piece of wood again, firmly this time, as the adrenaline flowed through his veins, and started swinging it at the infected's forehead as hard as he could (While he was doing this, his pill bottle fell from his pocket without him noticing), until the infected was on the ground, his head being a mess of blood and smashed brains everywhere.

He dropped the piece of wood on the ground, then stood there, looking at his bloody fingers, he touched his face and felt a stinging pain all over it. He tried to remember. There was a cure, he knew it, he started breathing more quickly and grabbed his head with his two hands, there had to be a cure.

Philo could barely register everything that happened. With darkness covering his surroundings and noise doing it's best to tell what's happening, he dropped all of his items as he frantically searched his pockets. Tea stained his documents as he pulled out a tiny light; normally one would use this sort of light to examine a patient's eyes, but it's all that was available to the doctor right now and it would have to do.

With the tiny light being his only sight in the dark, he made his way towards Steven and the redeseased figure. Along the way his clawed feet kicked at something rolling on the ground. A pill bottle? He quickly knelt down and picked up the stray bottle, a few pills still rattling inside. All he could give was a quick glance over the name of the medicine, keeping it in mind as he pocketed it away. There's more important things to do right now.

The weevil hurried over next to Steven, shining the minute light as best he could over both the worker and the corpse before him. It was a mess. Blood and cranial matter splattered all over the floor, and Philo could easily see the skin deterioration on it. Could it really be...?

"Steven, hold still." Philo ordered as he quickly shone the light on Steven's face, grabbing his shoulders to keep him still as he did his best to examine his face from what little he could see. Old blood was smeared on his face from the infected's attack, and new blood began to run from the gash down to his shoulders. The small light easily showed all of the panic welling in the worker's eyes.

"GET THIS MAN INTO INTENSIVE CARE IMMEDIATELY!"

Dr. Trex stood against the wall opposite of Philo and Steven, grasping the sides of his head in shock. He knew he could have helped Steven, but things like this seem to be too much for the Ender. While his species is nocturnal, not even he noticed the infected in the pitch black corridors. When he heard Philo's command to get Steven to intensive care, he came to his senses. He looked over to Steven and saw the scratches inflicted by the creature, realizing that he had been infected. He darted over the them, hoping to be of some use.

As he did this, the emergency floodlights ((the yellow-orange spinning ones that you see in some videos games or movies)) finally turned on. However, the corridor still remained rather dark, but the lights allowed for some guidance. Trex thought about the odd delay in the activation of the lights, coming up with multiple theories in his mind.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

(Dr. Lavrov quietly let out another sigh, and stared above at the now flashing floodlights. It amazes Lavrov how little light they could produce, though he supposed light was just a secondary function. Then Lavrov became attentive as the speakers began to come on.)
Intercom: "All staff are to return to their appropriate offices. Remain calm as security handles with the Level 1 containment breach. Repeat, please remain calm."
(Lavrov walked briskly into the break room and retrieved his 363 documents, then regained his flashlight which Steven had dropped during his quarrel with the 008-1 instance. He hadn't bothered with his fellow peers, they should be well enough. After all, it was just a Level 1 containment breach, nothing major. It wasn't like 076-2 going on a rampage or 682 breaking loose; just some low-level Euclid and Safes breaking out. Lavrov hoped of the best for Steven, what an awful to have happened to him. He was making his way to his office when he heard something.)

The dark figure twitched, and started towards Slade. He instantly recognized it as a 008-1. He reached for his 5SeveN hand gun behind his medicine cabinet, and took aim at the thing. He fired 3 shots, the first hit its neck, the second the forehead, and the third in the same place. Blood and cranial matter splattered everywhere, including his clothes.
"Damnit"

He sprinted out his room, without any gear/clothing hoping to find some at the armory down the hall. After a quick sprint and a few glances from female personnel he made it inside the armoury.
Inside he found an armored haz mat suit, and his G36C assault rifle. He geared up quickly, and left the room with some other supplies in a dufflebag. When he opened the door, two 008-1 were in the hall. He dispatched them both with headshots.
He ran down a flight of stairs and kicked open the door at the bottom. The room was extremely dark, and he saw 3 figures. He turned on his rifle mounted flashlight, and saw that it was Dr. Trex, Dr. Philo, and Dr. Steven.

He noticed Steven's injury.

"Get that man some 0500 ASAP, here take these."
Slade tosses Trex, and Philo 2 Glock 17 pistols, and supplies them with flashlights, flares, and bandages.
"I hope you lads can shoot, Steven can you shoot a 12 gauge in your condition?"
He hands steven a m3 shotgun.
"Stay close, follow me, and watch our 6. Oh, and aim for the bloody head!"

*Trying to wrap his head on what's happening around him, he pulled out his emergency MTF pistol and headed to where his office was.*

"You people can do what you want, I'm outta here." he said under his breath.

*Realizes he forgot about 053*

*Starts heading to where 053 containment room is*