Rob watched Dr Seris move out and followed behind, watching out for anything that could come from anywhere, including the ceiling. While she was making her way down the hallway, he carefully knocked on the lab doors where the civilians were staying.
"It's sarge," he said through the door. "Don't open. Luc - I think we've got company. Me and Dr Seris are doing a sweep - she's with me and she's fine. If you've heard a gunshot - that was her saying "hello" to me, ha-ha."
He gave doc an apologetic look. "It's not like they don't know we're here," his lips said. He continued walking forward, a few yards behind her, watching her back.
Behind sarge and the doctor, the doors to the Terrosphere swung open and a man entered. He was well over 6'4 tall and had no clothes on except for a long white lab coat, torn apart and covered in blood, and blue jeans that were in such a bad shape it was hard to believe they were still hanging from his body. His dead gray eyes looked around the corpse-covered floor and he chuckled quietly in approval. He made a little dance in the middle of the room, enjoying the smell of death and decay, and then he spotted something that made him say:
"Oh boy, candy, oh boy, candy!" He kept saying it over and over again as he yanked a long kitchen knife out of a corpse's ribcage and licked it thoughtfully.
"Too much iron in your blood!" he chuckled. "Oh boy, candy!"
With the knife in his hand, he crept up forward, stopping occasionally, lost in thoughts. When he opened the door to the hallway, it was empty. His nose perked up as he sniffed the air.
"Oh boy, candy!" he said quietly, and his eyes narrowed. It smelled like people. And the smell led to a closed door. He stood in front of it, thinking about books he had read as a child, or maybe someone else had read as a child, he wasn't sure.
Then he reached out and scratched down the door with the tip of the knife.