There is no response from the man in the labcoat in the other office. He merely sit there in front of a blank white screen, the light of the computer monitor piercing the darkened room, the lights killed in that room.
There is still an exit at the end of the hall. Just as Gordon remembers it, he hears gunshots coming from that direction. He moves that way cautiously and rounds the corner to see one of the grotesque zombie-like creatures on the right wall of the room, sliding against it, holes in its bloodied chest. Laying on the ground on the left, a security guard, his chest tore open, crumbles to the floor, his gun still smoking in his rapidly dying hand. He reaches up towards a medical station on the wall, but he is too late.
On the far end of the room is an operating gate leading into the Coolant Treatment sector.
Gordon rushes over to the guard, trying to help, but slows once he notices that it's too late. He checks the gun for rounds, but from the sound of it, he must have used all of the ammunition up.
He heads over towards the gate, crowbar at the ready.
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There is still an exit at the end of the hall. Just as Gordon remembers it, he hears gunshots coming from that direction. He moves that way cautiously and rounds the corner to see one of the grotesque zombie-like creatures on the right wall of the room, sliding against it, holes in its bloodied chest. Laying on the ground on the left, a security guard, his chest tore open, crumbles to the floor, his gun still smoking in his rapidly dying hand. He reaches up towards a medical station on the wall, but he is too late.
On the far end of the room is an operating gate leading into the Coolant Treatment sector.
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He heads over towards the gate, crowbar at the ready.