As several people were taking Steven to intensive care, Lowrey was heading the opposite direction. He began to jog down the hall until he came across the room he was looking for. Imprinted next to the door was a sign that read: SCP-714 Object Class: Safe. He used the Mr. Fords keycard to open the door. Once in, he closed the door behind him and approached the ring. upon touch, it suddenly contracted down to perfectly fit his ring finger. He slide the ring and his right hand and put a glove over it to conceal the ring. As Lowrey exited the containment room, he began to feel a little fatigued. He closed the door and ran back down to join the others.

Steven grabbed the shotgun, looked at it, then dropped it on the ground.

His pills were meant to control his problems quickly and easily, but not meant to completely calming him down, he was already very stressed and scared, nullyfing the effects of the pills. He reached for his pocket only to realize that there was nothing in there.

''...H-h-how...?''

He looked at his empty hand then put it on his forehead, erratic thoughts and sounds slowly started to appear in his mind, he started scratching the back of his neck erratically and nervously, he grabbed the piece of wood from the ground and said

''I n-n-need the cure it will kill me i do need the cure please p-please...''

He looked at the group, then suddenly looked at the hallway then ran off for a cure, which he did not find.

Around 3 hours passed before he came back to where the group was, he stood in front of it, looking at them, his hands were covered in blood and his sleeves were rolled up, the piece of wood was covered in blood too and was broken in half, his hair was a mess and his face was sweating due to the high fever, he wouldn't stop shaking and he didn't say a word, he walked past the ground and got behind it, ready to move on.

After a long while, he finally said, with a low, nearly whisper-sounding tone of voice

''T-t-the c-cure. H-help me find it please.''

Slade saw Steven run off, but didn't give chase.

"Get back here you daft bastard!"

He turned to the others and slung the shotgun on his back.

"Well, I'm not waiting around for three hours for his crazy arse, lets get you doctors to safety. Then I'll go drag him back yeah? Alright lads... lock 'n load."

Trex took the items given to him by Slade and put them under his trench coat. He crossed his arms and walked slowly with the group. He felt guilty for the injuries inflicted on Steven, and now he feared that his cowardliness would claim another victim.

Suddenly, a large booming sound blasted through the facility, followed by what sounded like rockets flying through the halls. Whatever caused these sounds were unknown, but Trex could only guess that an MTF squad had already been dispatched, but this seemed too fast. Someone, or something, else was roaming the halls...something more dangerous than the infected...

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

"I know what you're thinking doctor, but that's not my squad. Half of the unit is in Japan right now, and the rest are on leave. Plus other task force's arent that close."

He spotted a 008-1 at the end of the hall, and terminated it with a headshot.

"My guess is either the bloody Chaos Insurgency, or a Keter class skip just breached containment."

The door at the end of the hall began to bang. Through the glass Slade saw atleast 7 008-1 instances.

"Dr. Philo, Dr. Trex, can you lads be infected with 008? Out of sheer curiosity of course."

"Enders don't have any internal organs other than a few, nor do we a circulatory system. Unless the infected somehow reached our nervous system, then no, me and Rosalene cannot."

Behind the door ahead of the group came some sort of charging noise. It sounded like it was coming behind the group of the infected. The sound grew louder, and the group of infected were shot through the chest by some sort of energy, with blood and burn marks covering the glass window on the door. After this, the same rocket sound from before came from behind the door, becoming more and more distant.

((I'm pretty bad with writing stuff like this, but you get the idea))

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

Lowrey lazily jogged down the hall until he reached Trex and the others. He was starting to feel even more fatigued than before.
"Slade, gimme a gun. I want to be part of the action", Lowrey demanded wearily.
"Hey.. where did Steven go?" He asked, looking around.

Though the infected were mostly disabled, they were all still wrigling on the floor. Slade ran to them, shot the more intact ones, and stomped the heads or the rest.

"Thank God they've been all D-class, or I might of actually felt bad."

He reloaded his G36C, and shot a flare down the hall. It seemed empty, besideds the newly re-made corpses. Then he saw a figure jogging towards them.

"It's Cpt. Grevik to you lad, here Steven didn't want this."

Slade tosses him the m3 shotgun.

"Actually heh, Steven went a wee bit crazy and ran off... he's also infected."

"Doctors, do you have any idea what could do that? I have the clearance to know, but I'm not too up to date on what we keep here."

"There is only one person in this facility with a weapon like that, but I don't like to think about him. We'll probably run in to him, soon... Let's just hope he is on our side when we do."

Trex pulls out the glock that Slade had given to him, and holds it close.

((oh, also, I already planned out who this new character is, so don't use your own ideas))

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

Slade stayed infront of the group and took down all 008-1's that stumbled across the group.

"Well first things first, we need the power back on. So lets go find the generator room, and reset it. We get power, and we can get this thing under control... Doctor Trex, I'm gonna need to know, what used that weapon. I need to know what we're up against."