Doom Page #4

Motherf***er!

Close it!

And that's why

I don't do nanowalls.

Pinky, we're entering

the archeological dig.

Secure the exit.

Sam.

I'm coming.

I'm hungry. Let's eat.

Come on. Come on.

Careful now.

Not too close, John.

Go, go, go.

Slow down.

Go around. Go around again.

No! Mommy!

Is this where it happened?

Did you find the door?

John?

Clay.

Thurman.

Look at them.

They weren't trying to stop

something from getting in.

Something stopped them

from getting out.

Mac, stand by.

Destroyer, report.

We've reached

the north airlock.

It's secure.

Console indicates nothing's

come in or out for 26 hours.

Mac?

Mac.

Mac, Mac, you copy?

Talk to me. Talk to me, Mac.

Sh*t.

Jesus Christ.

We're in pursuit.

Moving fast out of the dig.

It's getting away.

Pinky, what do you see?

It's big. Very big.

Moving fast,

back towards the lab complex.

Clear.

It's back in the lab.

Clear!

Clear.

Damn, it's fast.

All around defense, men.

Did you get it?

Pinky.

Yes, Sarge?

Anything gets through

that door...

use an ST grenade.

It cannot get back to Earth.

He pops an ST in there,

he's gonna blow the Ark.

Reaper, Kid, pairs,

cover formation.

Sweep the corridors. Go.

Destroyer, you and Portman

stay here. Shut the airlock.

Maintain a perimeter.

He blows the Ark,

how the hell...

are we supposed to

get the f*** home?

Portman,

shut the f***ing door.

Where you going?

I'm going to the armory.

I think we're gonna

need something...

with a little bit more kick.

Jesus.

You see

anything like it before?

Heart.

Liver.

Kidneys.

Dogs got kidneys, right?

Pigs got kidneys.

It's had its appendix removed.

It's human.

What the f***?

Goat knew he was turning.

This thing

didn't butcher Willits.

It is Willits.

What?

This is bullshit, man.

I enlisted

to serve my country...

not get greased protecting

some corporation's...

goddamn science project.

I gotta take a dump.

What? Now?

Unless you want me shitting

my pants right here.

Please provide DNA

verification.

Welcome, Patricia Tallman.

Access granted.

Big f***ing gun.

Oh, sh*t.

Portman, I got floor and wall

on your gun cam.

I'm taking a sh*t,

you f***ing gimp.

F*** you, Portman,

you piece of sh*t.

Lost Portman on comm...

and all I've got on Destroyer

is a wall.

Portman, come in.

Destroyer.

Come in.

This is Corporal

Dean Portman...

with RRTS 6 Special Ops

on Olduvai, 0310 hours.

We have encountered

hostile activity.

I repeat, require immediate

RRTS reinforcements.

Destroyer, Portman,

where the hell are you?

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Oh, God! Jesus!

Hmm.

Pinky, you got Portman?

No.

Holy sh*t.

He's gone.

Destroyer?

And Portman.

What the f*** happened, man?

I got him, I got him.

Destroyer, I got you, man.

What's up, man?

What the hell is this?

And whose goddamn blood

is on that window?

Goat's.

He killed himself.

What do you mean,

he killed himself?

He was already dead.

It's true.

It's Goat.

He was changing into

one of these motherfuckers

and he killed himself.

We found two more scientists

at the dig.

Thurman and a balding guy

with glasses.

Dr. Clay.

Did you check their necks?

Were there open wounds

on their necks?

We were conducting

a firefight, not an autopsy.

We came up here to find

six scientists.

Four are known dead...

and Dr. Willits is

probably KIA somewhere

down in that sewer.

The only one missing

is Dr. Carmack.

Has Dr. Carmack showed up yet?

Oh, he's shown up all right.

Look at the left ear.

Son of a b*tch.

I think this other one

is Steve Willits.

I'm going to run the DNA,

check it against his

med records.

What are you people

working on up here?

We're analyzing bones,

artifacts.

We're not doing

anything like this.

Then what the f*** is that?

It must be a genetic mutation,

something environmental

or viral.

I don't know.

It may even be reversible.

It's irreversible.

Not necessarily.

Dr. Carmack's condition...

is irreversible...

No!

Because Carmack's condition

is that...

he's dead.

Kid, you and Duke...

get back to the dig

and you make sure

those other dead scientists...

are really dead.

I've lost...

four soldiers.

What are you people

experimenting with up here?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

I told you,

it's an archeological

research center.

Do you think I'm lying to you?

Is that what you're saying?

You think

I'm hiding something?

I'm telling the truth.

What were you downloading?

What were you sent to protect?

The research data.

Research into what?

Subject was injected

with study agent at 00:03.

Vitals normal, elevated

heart rate attributable

to subject anxiety.

C- 24 successfully grafted to

subject's marker cells

at 00:
09.

He reconstructed chromosome

mutation on a human subject.

We were never gonna do

human studies.

What the hell

are we looking at?

Genesis, Chapter 1.

Subject moved to protected

observation area at 00:17.

Subject:
Curtis Stahl.

Crime:
Multiple murder.

Status:

Condemned to execution.

Chromosome 24.

Oh, my God.

49 minutes after injection,

genetic mutations...

began to visually manifest on

subject's extremities.

This is what you're

here to protect.

It doesn't make any sense.

You trusted them.

They lied to you.

They used you, Sam.

If he perfected xenogenesis...

Christ, don't you get it?

It's this place. It's hell.

It always was.

This sh*t ends here.

What are you doing?

We need to destroy

these discs.

That's UAC property.

F*** UAC, we take this back,

they'll just...

We take the data back.

Sarge, do you not see

what's going on here?

I didn't see sh*t.

And I ain't paid to see sh*t.

I have my orders.

And so do you.

Is this everything?

I said, is this everything?

I, uh, have three

more to download.

Then do it.

Sarge?

We got a problem.

One dead scientist is missing.

Now.

You just wanna leave her here?

She's got a job to do.

Look, this is Portman's comm.

You call if you need help,

okay?

You gonna be all right?

I'll be fine.

Okay. I'll see you soon.

Pinky, are you there? Pinky.

Sarge? Something is cutting

through the Ark door.

You have a visual?

Oh, I got a visual all right.

Don't let it get to the Ark!

Five.

Pinky, use the grenade!

Four.

Use the goddamn grenade!

Three, two.

Throw it!

One.

Pinky's gone. That f***er ran.

Sh*t.

It got through.

What the hell is that?

System reboot.

Time required to begin

renewed operation:

Five minutes.

Quarantine cordon is breached.

This mission is

no longer containment.

Get all the weapons and ammo

you can. We're going through.

Move!

Sam, come in. Over.

Sam, do you read me? Over.

Come in!

She's not answering.

Time required to begin

renewed operation...

four minutes and 45 seconds.

You got three.

Sam! Come in, Sam!

Sam!

Sam, why didn't you answer

your comm? We gotta go now!

Why did they take Goat

and not Destroyer?

Why Carmack

and not Dr. Thurman?

What?

Lucy had

the 24th chromosome...

but she wasn't a monster.

She died protecting her child,

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