Andrew slumped against a wall-the man was exausted. "Andrew?" A woman's voice said. He looked up, and that's when he spotted her; her engineers' uniform was spattered in blood. Her strong, beautiful features were sad, and her shoulder-length hair was tied up in a pony-tail that clung to the back of her neck. Standing up, the infantry soldier limped over to her. "Jessica?" He asked, his voice confused, "I thought you were dead."
She put one of her fingers on his lips. "I am, but I am not as well. You see Andrew, I've been sent to guide you. The mission is not yet over, for there is a greater enemy who threatens earth." Her voice was sad but firm. "But we took that gate out? It's over, isn't it?" Andrew's voice was shakey, and his head began to ache. Jessica shook her head, and guestured towards the end of the corridor where a stairway leading down could be seen. "I'm sorry, but there is something a lot more dangerous at work here. Continue on downward, and I'll be in touch."
And with that, she vanished. Shaking his head, he asked himself aloud-"What the hell is going on here?" He began his stead journey, and began to limp downwards.
His steps became unsteady as bits of the stair crumbled beneath his weight, and emergered into what looked like some sort of natural cave. The heat of the cave intensified and he noticed a slight glow about 50 ft away. He noticed some movement off to his tright. Rasing his rifle, he braced himself for the mob of attackers. But he wasn't prepared for what happened next; a bolt of pure energy streaked towards him. "Sonofabitch!" Rolling aside as fast as he could, he felt the heat of the bolt sear his back as the beam went past inches from his head.
Bringing the weapon around and praying it hadn't been damaged, he squeezed the trigger. Muzzle flashes lit the up a heavily muscled, tall, and huge clawed creature. It's face however, was surprisingly human. Stone, bone, and chitin shattered as the urainum spikes rammed through the creature. At the same time, the screams and gunfire shattered the silence, and shreks and roars sounded all around him. Something in his gut told him he just awakened a sleeping giant, and monsters began to pour all around him, while others lept forward and up stalctites and down stalagmites. Steeling himself, he grabbed the remains of the monster he had downed, and drew the auto-mag.
Shifiting it into a position to where he could use it as a shield. He had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; the creatures had cut him off from the stair. Setting the gun to full-auto, he chared, roaring in defiance. BAM!BAM!BAM! The pistol's retort was even louder than his rifle as he went toe-to-toe with the horrors of the laberynth.
All he could really do was fight...and hell erupted all around.