A plasma burst flies overhead. Trapped behind a gravestone, you fumble for another chaingun clip. The blast of a mortar to your right causes you to jump, thus accidentally lauching your clip three meters away. Suddenly you feel cold and a wave of fear rushes over you.

The fight has stopped. Not a soul is shooting.

You feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your left you see the head of your comrad ripped apart so violently, with the eyes the only things that arn't torn from the skull. Shreiking in fear you realize that it's sitting on a pile of his innards. you feel something at your feet. Leaping up you fire three disks to where you were a moment ago.

You simply open up the hole of the dead soldier wider giving hin a better chance at you. All you see is a dead hand grabbing you by the neck, and a wave of blood turns your vision to deep red.

Then a whisper of death comes forth, like a saw being raked along a blackboard, and chains being rapped around a cat and squeezed.

"Ahhhh fresh meat".