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Hope Gap made up for all that. It is beautifully acted (Annette Bening is extraordinary) deep and subtle, and does carry you away.
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El grupo favorito de mi esposo y creo que se está convirtiendo en mi favorito también. Hope gap film. Home apartment rentals. Hope gap plot. 10 star rating for this cinema. I loved it the way of direction. Hope gap movie review. Hope gap rotten. Hope gap movie reviews. Hope gap 2019 trailer. Hope gap wiki. Id like to see why is Bill Nighy in everything. Hope gap sussex. Quien escuchando laberinto en enero 2020. Hope gap movie. Hope gap showtimes. Hope gap east sussex. I’m part of the United States Army Special Forces, the “Green Berets”, have been for several years now. In my tenure I’ve deployed multiple times to Afghanistan, Iraq, a few months in Syria, several African countries, I’ve been to all four corners of the globe, and I’ve seen my fair share of the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with being part of SOCOM I’ve got plenty of stories, some more interesting than others, but almost all of them are heavily classified behind red tape that will never be declassified until I’m dead and gone. However, there was an incident a few nights ago that stuck out from all the others. Mostly because one, unlike all of our other operations that took us to a combat zone across the distant hemisphere, this one happened right at home in our own backyard. The enemies weren't a foreign proxy, a group of insurgents….. wasn’t even human. Stuff from that night is still weird, and it’s not like command is gonna give us any answers... It’s the reason I’m bypassing everything I’ve been told, disregarding and putting my ass on the line even if I use false information and withhold names… Plenty of innocent people have died, as you’ll find out, and upper command would sooner bury it than acknowledge their deaths and give their families closure. I don't have all the answers of what happened in that Western Tennessee national park, but I do have enough to let people know the truth- semi truth. Anyways… For safety and privacy purposes like I stated previous, I’m withholding a lot of personal information such as names, exact locations, and unit information, referring to smaller shit that I don’t think even the scary three letter groups could really trace. Even if they cared, I hope they don’t…. Like I said, I’m part of a SOCOM green beret A - team, you all know who the green beret’s are- you should, my team is nicknamed “Raider”, a general theme in our company naming things after warrior culture esc terms. Raider, Artemis, Barbarian, Centurion, etc. It’s a 10 man element: The Team Lead, a way too salty georgian captain, with a warrant officer, a Medic, a Comms Sergeant, and 6 Weapon’s Sergeants. Our captain decided this way was best. Considering we’re all in one piece after our last mission, he was right. Our weekend was calm, and boring as we got rotated on QRF (Quick Reaction Force) for the month. QRF means that if someone, somewhere needs the green eyed boogeymen of the western world- We were ready to kit up and be there at a moment’s notice. It just so happened, right when some of us were getting ready to head to the bar and have our two singular fucking authorized beers of QRF month…. We were called. When we raced back to our COP, and got our shit ready, the captain came with some surprising information. We’d be able to probably make it back for those beers, because we were heading to west Tennessee, of all fucking places. We didn’t know what the status was yet, command didn’t give us any information; what the OPFOR was, what weapons they had, what the layout of the area was. Nothing. …, being QRF Team, Raider still kitted up and we were at the HLZ in less than twenty. While we waited for our transport, the captain finally got some information. Apparently, a facility in the middle of uninhabited, restricted woods of a national park, had activated a distress signal. The woods it was situated in was a large national park in, like I said, Western Tennessee, with a long history of disappearances on it’s now frequently closed and blocked off trails and campsites. This raised a few questions…. What was this facility? Why was it in a fucking national park? What happened to need to roll out the angriest green beret team this side of the east coast to act as it’s back up? Why were we going there when in an hour, someone in Libya or someone across fucking Eurasia might need us to back them up? The captain acknowledged all of these questions, but assured us, that’s all he knew. He’s been with our team for years now, several deployments to the box and back, and he’s always been straight with us. It’s how we knew he was lying. Our transport finally arrived, 160th SOAR, “Nightstalkers”, an aviation unit that’s been around for nearly 40 years, having dragged every single kind of SOCOM unit to every single part of the world. We expected the blackhawk they brought, but the armed escort of two birds that came with them was a surprise. We were in domestic america, we were going to Tennessee…Why were they here? Even with the nightstalkers flying at top speeds across several states, it still took us a couple of hours to reach our landing point. The inside of that bird going full throttle was deafening, even with the electronic headsets we were sporting, it was ear splitting. And yet, while sitting next to the Captain, I could tell he was speaking to someone on a different freq. This was off because normally he’d go to the Comms Sergeant and have to use the radio, but he had a side channel filled in his radio, talking to someone, writing down incoming information. I was able to peak over, and saw some of the things he was writing…. “ MASSCAL”.... “Close Quarters OPFOR”.... ”NO BLUFOR on X”..... The birds touched down in the middle of an empty parking lot, outside of the local ranger station. We filed out into the open area, the birds took off, the Captain chimed in on our team net. [“Raider Romero, this is Raider Lead- get on the net and have them hold orbit in case we need close air, Break-”]. He then broke transmission and talked to us, [“All Raiders hold outside and take up security, I’m gonna get the fuckin’ RaGnaR, prepare for a hasty ass RAMP Breif I just got more information…”]. We all took positions behind some of the parked vehicles the rangers would use. Just to clear things up, our team was outfitted with “ GPNVG ” also known as “ Quad Nods”, four barreled night vision optics that provide an almost daytime-like view of our surroundings. Couple that with our PEQ’s mounted on our rifles, allowing us to see and shoot anything at night- as the military says: “We own the night”. The treeline in front of us was lit up like a goddamn operator rave party as the captain walked back, nods down, as the ranger currently on shift followed him. He key-ed in to our net, and we could hear him through our headsets. [“All raiders, this is lead- New information states that the facility has suffered a MASSCAL situation, Break- ”], “MASSCAL” means, “Mass Casualties”. [“Enemy OPFOR unidentified, however outgoing net during distress call indicates that OPFOR is extremely dangerous, and engages at close range, Break-…. ”]. [“There is NO BLUFOR on site, I repeat- Main has stated there is NO BLUFOR on site, and we are to drop and any all pax we see…. A few seconds passed as the captain looked back to the park ranger, “Any additional comments, Ranger Clements? ”. The man was maybe in his mid forties, balding, he scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat before speaking. “I heard a lot of gunfire coming from down there… And don’t split up, whatever you do, in these woods, Don’t... Split up”. Our medic laughed, “Well… that’s just fucking comforting! ”. The Captain nodded to the man as he headed back in, “everyone watch your sixes, twelves, and fucking fives- let’s go …” picked up and moved out, everyone had their kind of “final moments” type of readiness drill they did before they stepped onto the path into the woods, same shit we did before stepping off out of the FOBs and compounds back east. I let out one final breath of hot air in the cold, our medic slapped the side of his helmet hyping himself up. The captain pulled out and kissed a small crucifix necklace from underneath his combat shirt/ We headed down the pathway following the captain in a staggered column. Our IR lasers scanned the trees, rocks, and foliage around us, looking desperately for any hostiles that lurked in the darkness…. Though to our paranoid readiness, nothing appeared, but, something was definitely following us. When we move through forest environments you listen to the animals around you, the crickets, the birds, the movement of animals and what direction they’re heading how fast. Moving down that path, we couldn’t hear a goddamn thing. It’s common when you’re a group of heavily armed green men moving through a forest at night that some of the squirrels and birds will run the hell away…. But, not the crickets, or the birdsongs in the distance. There’s a certain level of ambiance that animals will maintain even if they detect humans around. There was none of that, nothing. Not a cricket, a bird, a zacada- Nothing. “Silent Professionals”, it’s in our name- so when I could hear the motherfucker 10 meters ahead of me breathing as we moved through that dead forest… It told me that something else was here in these woods with us. A predator, and that the forest was more afraid of it, than us. After a long stretch of marching down the trail, the captain held a hand up signalling a halt. As it got down to my part of the column, the middle section, he called over a radio… [“This is lead... On me, time now ”]. We quickly rushed up to what we saw was a metal chain link fence, four of our weapons sergeants and the medic took up security covering the wood line behind us as I and the other remaining one went up to the gate with the captain. The park’s trail carried on for a few more meters before stopping dead into some trees, the dirt path broke off and formed a gravel one that led into a sectioned off area behind a chain link fence and gate. A “ No Trespassers” sign hung high, and just beyond the gate we could see a small guard shack… The captain tried to signal whoever might be in there by switching on the surefire tac light on his rifle, shining it and “Lasso” waving it all over the booth. However, upon stopping and centering on a doorway….. We saw a large amount of blood splashed on the back wall and pooled over the floor…. An arm laying halfway out the door frame… The captain looked to the other weapons sergeant with us, “Get your kit.. ”. He nodded, slinging his rifle as he dropped his assault pack, digging out a small pair of bolt cutters. Each of our Weapons Sergeants carried a different loadout depending on what we needed. One could be a gunner, another's a grenadier. Can’t name him, but “Breach man”, as I guess I’ll call him, always carried a breach kit, just in case. He walked over to the lock- but just as he got the blades of the cutter around the lock. We heard it. It sounded like it came from everywhere, and yet, far away at the same time. Maybe it was the echo of the forest, or maybe, something attributed to it’s abilities…. It sounded like a woman, yelling in pain, in agony, and yet, the voice was half gargled. Like, it was morphed with that of a dying animal, as it had an underlying, low tone pitch beneath it. It got under the skin of everyone, those pulling security immediately jumped their shit, scanning left, right, up and down… Hell even the medic, big stocky dude, grew up in Brooklyn, played football before he joined meaning he as yoked as all hell when he got to our unit… the guy who once stuck his fucking fingers into a man’s neck to plug his blood, looked around nervously. “The hell was that?! ”. Our weapons sergeant with the M46 shook his head as he scanned the far off terrain muttering in a low voice….. “Some horror movie bullshit right now-…”. I remember holding my rifle’s grip tight. Everyone was equally unnerved…. Everyone, except the captain. He just told us to press on… “Fucksakes, tighten your jockstrap, let’s go…. He snapped the lock off, immediately the captain and I moved in and cleared the small booth, as two more Weapon Sergeants and our medic took up covering down the gravel road. It was a guard, no name tape or company logo, decked out in a black plate carrier.... The plate carrier of which, had been torn into, as a large hole covered the entire area of his solar plexus, which was now fragmented and broken inside of his mulched upper body. No bullet entry or exit wounds…. Just a large fucking stab wound that looks like he got ran through by a fucking lamp post. My breath still got caught in my throat as I grunted to clear it. The captain stepped out of the small booth, spitting hard into the grass shaking his head. The medic prodded him, “What was it like? ”, he grunted walking to the front of our formation “Doesn’t matter doc…”. We formed up and moved down the gravel road in a wedge column, The captain and three weapon’s sergeants in the front wedge, with the medic, me and the other two WS’ in the back one, the comms sergeant in the middle. We entered the facility lot, immediately the comms sergeant linked up with the captain, and I could hear him alerting main- [“This is Raider - Lead, we’ve reached the building…. ”], though it makes me wonder, if he used the comm sergeant’s radio to reach our HQ, who was he talking to on that other channel? The lot was clear, and we got a good look at the facility. It was a grey concrete rectangle, maybe the size of a small gas station. Floodlights mounted on the bottom illuminated the gravel lot up to the dense, shadowy woodline that laid just beyond the chain link fence…. The woodline, that was still quiet. The masscal carnage we were told about was present outside of the building. Several guards, all in various states of mutilation, similar to the gate guard, were strewn about the gravel lot. However unlike the gate guard, strangely, they were in heavier body armor, with rifles capable of going automatic, and spent brass everywhere…. Me and some of the other guys got on line and cleared out the back, exasperated breaths and muttering came from all of us. The captain chimed in, [“Raiders on me, time now ”]. We hauled ass back to him, as we stacked up at the door. Flowing in, we were greeted to a lobby, torn up, furniture thrown everywhere. Impact marks from rounds hitting the concrete lined the walls and ceiling, one dead guard slumped against a red stained part of the wall, the other in a crumpled heap…. A woman at the desk, not a guard, just a fucking staff member, sat back in her chair, her entire torso area torn apart. As we passed by her and headed through the double doors behind her, her empty dead eyes met mine…. The comms sergeant eyed her as we all moved for the door. “Sir…. she was unarmed”, “I can see that… Keep chatter to a minimum”. We cleared through the double doors to be greeted by a porcelain hallway leading into a set of stairs heading to a sublevel. The entire surface, ceiling, walls, floor, was lined with ceramic white tiles. Ceramic white tiles, that were like the rest of the scene so far…. Stained with the blood, guts, and even brain matter of the unlucky guards laid out all the way down the stairs. I counted 8. 17 so far. A flickering light could be seen through the wire glass windows of the double doors at the bottom. The captain ordered us to flow in through both sides, we did. Pushing in we could see we entered into a T style hallway. It gets a bit complicated here. Either end of the T ended while the middle one shot forward far down into a hall leading to two reinforced blast doors at the very end. Two immediate labs on either side were reinforced with more wire glass, and despite several cracks, impact marks, bullet holes, and even holes made in the glass… They held. “This shit can't be ballistic glass... " our comms sergeant muttered. “Why didn’t they just take cover in here? ” the medic said. The captain sighed, “Seems to be pointing to a surprise attack from the inside… emphasis on ’surprise’, jackass…. The medic fired back, “Well sure, but it’s just a door-”. While the hallways outside were a mess of blood, gore, guards thrown around as they were ripped apart, creating a mess of bodies, weapons, and more spent brass, the lab techs had their white coats stained with their own blood. My blood, and I think everyone else’s started to run cold as the pieces came together… Whatever killed them, did so indiscriminately. We formed a rolling T heading into down the hall, I was on the right, with the gunner taking center, and another guy on let. The Captain pushed forward leading us from behind. The windowed labs ended halfway, with two solid white doors near the double doors at the end on either side leading to closed off labs. The Captain had us pull guard on both of the side doors as the gunner aimed back down the hallway, everyone else took up security wherever it was needed. The captain eyed the door, feelin the cracks and lines of the blast doors, looking for gaps that didn’t exist. Blood had slowly leaked out of the bottom, causing him to pick up his boot and eye it, and yet, no openings existed. An electronic pad was positioned on the right side of the doors, the captain eyed it. It was a hand scanner- I didn’t even think those actually existed. He jumped on that private freq I keep mentioning. [“I’m at the doors….. Yeah at the far end, there’s a hand scanner…. He waited a few seconds, of deafening silence, he made an internal chuckle as he walked over to the dead body of a guard, kicking it’s arm. [“Got one right here….. I’m sorry, repeat last-...... Alive? ”], he rubbed his face, cursing under his breath. “Fuck-” he shook his head, turning on the white light on his rifle and scanning the corpses, [“This place is a god damn slaughterhouse, how am I gon’- ”]. A crash emanated from the white lab door to the right of the blast doors, the one I was covering. Everyone paused for a second, as a second weapon’s sergeant aimed his laser at it. The captain turned, aiming his laser at the door as he approached. [“Might have one, or might have OPFOR -Actual….. Wait one, over”]. The Captain formed up as first man in the stack, an unusual practice but everyone else fell behind. I was the second man, two more made third and fourth. A weapon’s sergeant felt the edges of the door, then tried the handle. Locked. Him trying the handle must have alerted whatever was inside, because a voice bellowed out. “I-I’m in here! Please, I’ll let you in, just don’t shoot! ”. The door man looked to the captain, who nodded, “ ‘might have BLUFOR inside, stay sharp, wait on me to fire”. There wasn’t supposed to be any BLUFOR on site. The door’s electronic lock opened, the doorman grabbed the handle and pulled it open, as the four of us entered the room. We pushed through, The captain hooked left, I pushed forward, the other two followed one of us respectively, our lasers centered on the room- and a pair of hands emerging from behind a lab table. “P-Please!! ” the voice weakly shouted, The Captain stormed over, "Hands! Now! I'll shoot you I swear to god if you don't put your goddamn hands up! ". As the person stood up, we saw the hands were connected to a scientist, possibly late thirties, stringy hair, with circular glasses…. -Glasses that flew off when the captain closed the distance, shoving him against a metal cabinet, spittle flying from the bearded mouth beneath the NVGs as he barked at him. “ID, where is it?! Show it!! ”. The Captain began roughly searching the lab tech as he pulled out his ID, he grabbed it, shoving him to the weapons sergeant on his side of the room. The lab tech was kicked down to his knee. The captain jumped back on that freq, [“I’m back, possible BLUFOR, prepare for ID code…-”]. He read it off in phonetics before he got the response. He looked to the weapons sergeant guarding the lab tech, “Get his ass up…”. “P-Please I don’t know what’s going on, I was just running some chemical tests, we’ve gotta get out of here before-” The Captain got in the man’s face. “ Shuddup…- ” he did. “You know what you’ve been fuckin’ doin’, I know what you sonsuvbitches’ been doing out here, open them doors right now…”. The man was shocked as the captain continued. “OPEN THE GOD-DAMN DOORS!! ”. With a point from the captain the weapons sergeant shoved the man forward, into the doorframe. The man crumbled a little bit as the captain laughed, “Take your sweet time, Doctah’, let’s go!! ”. I picked him up by his shirt collar and dragged him over to the blast doors, the captain pushed him out of my grip, shoving him face first into the doors. “Hand, on the scanner- NOW!! ”. As the Captain grabbed the man by his wrist, the lab tech struggled to get free. “Please!!! I don’t have that access, I hurt my hand trying to hide- let me go!! ”. The medic winced at the sight a bit, uncharacteristically of a green beret, especially for a jaded as all hell medic, he spoke up. “Cap’, come on…”. The captain just turned, staring daggers into the man as he wrestled for the man’s wrist, “Just wait til’ ya’ll see, I’m tellin’ yah…. As the man struggled against the captain, the weapons sergeant came up from behind, shoving the man into the blast door, allowing the captain to easily place it on the scanner. The scanner lit up in a bright blue, as several lines traced and looked over his handprint. It then flashes green, as the electronic locks of the blast doors begin to open up. The captain dropped the man, “Well goodness gracious’!! … what do yah’ know!! ”. The doors slowly pulled open…. The room was dark, red flashing emergency lights flashed all around, as the sound of broken glass scrapped against the door. A stream of murky blue liquid, mixed in with the blood of several guards bodies that were revealed at the doorway, leaked out into the hall. The captain grabbed the lab tech by the collar, dragging him to his feet…. “Ya’ll know these men doctah’? Friends? ”. The captain shoved him through the doorway, the lab tech slipping on the fluids and glass, cutting his right hand with a wince. We flowed in and…. jesus. I said this at the start. I've been all over, I’ve seen mass graves that terrorist cells have used in far off countries filled with entire villages worth of people… I’ve seen kill dens inside tunnel systems…... This…. surpassed all of that. Every horror. Every war crime. Multiple times over. A series of gigantic glass tubes lined the walls, walls made out of monitors, hard drives, and computer systems. The path of carnage led through the pile of guards at the doorway… that makes 24 armed personnel that were taken out by something…. What really bothered, me, was what was in those murky, blue and green fuckin glass tubes. As big as a refrigerator, connected to a port on the bottom and top….. Tubes and wires inside connecting to-.... The captain shoved the lab tech into a glass tube, the pop of the man's nose echoed off the empty area as he grabbed his nose. “Well Doc?! Which one was it?! Which god dam’ tube?! ”. Tube? What was he talking about? How did he know? Who was on the freq? The lab tech spit out blood leaking into his mouth as the captain, standing at 6’5, a giant even among his team full of brawny SOF operators, picked him up by the collar of his blue undershirt. “I don’t-”. Two weapons sergeants ducked out of the way as the captain got in his face, shoving him against the left side wall, causing the monitors and computer systems to beep and light up. “Oh!! You don’t know?! And yet your little hand opens the room you didn’t have access to?! ” He roared, abandoning all silence and discretion now as the man began to sputter and sob. “P-Please…. Please I”. The captain gritted his teeth, he quickly flipped up his nods and stared daggers into the man’s soul. “How many people you snatched off that trail?! How many?! What kindsa’ butcherin' you do to those kids before you stuck em in there?! Which one escaped?! ”. Kids…. Butchering…. Something in my mind stopped, and I switched on my rifle’s taclight. A heavy pit in my stomach formed as I flashed it on the tubes. There were…. People, in those tubes. They were people. Wire and tubes now poked into see-through and murky flesh, as the bodies of the kidnapped floated, mutated, dissected, and changed. One person’s skin ran reptilian like up their left arm, before merging with a strange gaping hole in their chest, their skull protruding out of the skin in their head. By breathing stuttered a bit as I backed up a few steps, glass crunching under my boots. Curses muttered by the others in the room as we all began to look... Another one’s mouth was sealed at the front, two more jagged, messed up sets of teeth poked out either side, their eyes were sealed, skin covering defined sockets on their head. The medic flashed his on one where their spin stuck out through their back, the vertebrae was larger than a normal person’s, the bone sticking out inches longer in some areas. “ Jesus man, this shit’s….. ” he gagged a bit, coughing as he looked away. I had to pry my eyes, my mind was frying just looking at.. - “They better be dead…Oh I swear to the lord himself if they ain’t!! ” The captain said sternly, as the man sobbed and nodded. “Yes…. ”, the captain raised an eyebrow, “You sure?! ”, “YES!!! They died during surgery-”, “If you’re lying to me I swear to christ, I will make you euthanize every single fuckin one!! ”. The captain shoved the lab tech forward, into the center of the isle, I looked down, shaking my head as the images of those…. things, burned into the film of my brain. “Where’ she gone, Doctah’? ” The captain said, sternly, squaring up to the man, who sobbed, as he shrugged. “I-I-”. “Where!!! IS!!! IT?! ”, the man continued to cry… “It escaped! It killed everyone, it cut through the guards… It cut through everyone… all of my friends ”. This caused the captain to nearly bust a fuckin’ blood vessel from the look he gave him, balling up his fist, and driving the armored knuckle of his oakley glove into the gut of the lab tech. This caused the smaller, weaker lab tech to buckle over, dropping to his hand and knees, now favoring an injured hand and a probably burst spleen. “Your friends?! YOUR FRIENDS?!?! - You mean the friends that kidnapped a twenty two year old girl and a fourteen year old son, and turned them into fuckin’ monsters?! What about them?! ”. This earned only more sobs from the lab tech, as the captain turned, hands on his hips as scoffed. He looked at the medic, who only stared back through his NODS…. The captain turned to look at him. “You got to the count of ten, and if you don’t give me a single whereabouts of this thing, I will start grabbing tools and cuttin’ your little weasel ass up like ya’ll did to these kids!! ”. The captain loomed over the man, grabbing him by his hair. “S-Sir please!!! ” the lab tech pleaded. “ One…. Two….. Three-” The captain counted, some looked away, others shook their heads. Not out of shame of our leader… There wasn’t a man in the room who wouldn’t do what he did right now after seeing….. Them. “It’s- It’s in the woods!!! You heard it, it did its…. Freaky fuckin yell just- like- ten minutes ago!!! ”. The captain laughed, letting go of the man’s hair as he whipped his head forward. “Ya’ll hear that?! It’s in the fuckin’ woods!!! ”. He pulled out his M17, his 9mm sidearm, pulling the slide back a bit to make sure it was chambered “Four….. Five….. Six….. The man stood up, and at this point, I kicked out his extended leg, dropping him back to his knees. The man looked at me, then at the captain. “You can’t do this!!! This is illegal!! ”. Before the captain could finish his could….. we heard it. It echoed all the way down the facility halls, reverberating off the glass tubes in the room. That half feminine, half monstrous cry…. Except this time it didn’t come from the far off mountains, or trees…. It came, from up the fucking stairs. Then, the lights went out. I don’t know if it was prior damage to the facility, the electric works, or something else. But they zapped out. The lights in the halls, the lights on the stairs, the lights in the room, the electronics, the lights in the tanks. All of it…. It cried out again, and this time…. I think I heard it say. Help me. Anyone who had their nods up, flicked them down, as all of us trained our lasers down the dark hall beyond the doors. The slight shakiness of all the green lasers told the same stories, all of the death, all of the shit in the tanks- it had everyone spooked. The captain came up alongside me and the medic, he looked back to the lab tech. “You run….. You die…. -”, the man swallowed and smothered his misery, “I-I know…-”, The captain corrected him in a low tone “No you really’ don’t…. The creature cried out again. “Help….. Me”. The sounds of something hard impacting the tile floors sounded out, as it approached us through the dark abyss. More footsteps, then another cry. “Help…… me”. The gunner lets out a shaky breath as he cracks his neck, more footsteps, then another cry. It’s maybe 5 meters from the door now….. “Lord almighty…. ” the captain muttered…. I couldn’t see much in that darkness then, but I saw what everyone else saw, I saw enough. It’s body was easily 6ft tall. Two gigantic, boney, mantis like legs that were dark from blood stepped into the doorway. It’s head was smooth, it’s large teeth shining in the darkness…. And it’s eyes glowed like an animal…. It’s eyes glowed. It could see us. We all froze, we had rifles trained on it, a fucking machine gun trained on it, a room full of green berets, the best of the best, and everyone froze. The captain was the first to fire, slamming his trigger as he shot. 223 death into that crime against existence. The gunner opened up as well, and then the medic, two more weapons sergeants also shot it- it yelled at us, cried out, like an agonized woman pleading for help. Then, it lunged. Running and slamming through a test tube, glass flew everywhere causing several of us to shield our faces, as the water flooded the floor, and the deformed body that was inside flopped down near our feet. 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That thing, crying out for help, pleading for us to make it’s suffering end... The more I think about it, the more it makes me sick. I don’t know who the fuck those guys were that relieved us, they didn’t have any markings, some of them were speaking fucking german if my memory serves…. But whoever they are, I hope they learn from their mistakes. And never tamper with that evil shit again.
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