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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 863800" data-attributes="member: 10680">1st Floor – Reception RoomClairemont MansionMichael takes a quick look back at the thud, but he can still hear the earlier woman's scream in his mind. He quickly pushes the door shut behind him and rushes for the stairs. The torch he keeps low to the ground, so he can see where he is moving in the dark.Oh my god, the blood... This was already here, right? It was, was it? It can't be from one of them, it can't. No, it was here already, I can still hear them upstairs. Hurry!Taking two steps at the time, Michael flies up the stairs. He stops dead in his tracks at seeing the mangled body, thinking for a moment that it is one of the soldier's he saw only moments ago. Michael's stomach is up in his throat and pushing even further, the fear and stench nearly paralyse him.No, no, it can't be... Please, no. I just saw them, nothing could do this to someone so fast. It can't, can't... Please no.The Sergeant! He's still alive. He wouldn't let anything happen to someone on his team. They have to be okay, they must be."Sergeant, Sir!", Michael calls to where he heard Carlson's voice coming from, breathing hard from his sprint and the fear. "I heard the shots and came as soon as I could. I'll be right there."</blockquote>