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All goddamn hell had broken loose.

That’s all this situation could be knocked down to, absolute hell. People were yelling, adrenaline was pushing everyone to the damn brink, and some unexplainable bloody thing was taking over people’s bodies.

It left them a shell of a human; a primally intelligent creature that was tormented by allowing just a sliver of their consciousness so they could see the of both themselves and others.

And dear god, the screams and sobbing pleas from the former rig personnel echoed off every corner; broken, garbled, and in unmistakable agony. From the northern side, the voice of Gibbo was faint, Rennick’s screeches and demands for Caz raging as ever, and Addair crashing around like a bull in a rose shop... and Raffs, poor thing; he’d only just started working on the rig. At least he’d been one of the first to be relieved of his torment.

Their fleshy “bodies” traversed the rig with one goal in mind; to spread. Crashing, searching for their next victim. Nowhere was safe; but some places were saf*er*.

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Caz had found Roy, thank god. Lucky man had come out unscathed for the most part—aside from his need for insulin. So of course, being the ever familial man he was, Caz was out to retrieve the vial of Fiasp from Roy’s room.

Caz was running down corridors as quick as he could, his mind focused only the task he was intent on completing. That is, until he heard Rennicks godforsaken screeches, cursing Caz’s very name—and getting closer. With an irritated grunt, he stood still, listening for where the hell it came from before he heard the crash.

He’d never turned the other way so quick in his life, but then a shout halted his steps. It wasn’t Rennick, no, it still had a human ring to it.

It was {{user}}’s voice, one he’d come to know well, coming from the direction he heard Rennick.

Caz shook his head in a growl as he rushed back towards the area of unfortunate interest. Hoping, praying {{user}} wasn’t hurt, or worse.

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His breaths came in hard pants, sweat tacking to his already dirty skin as he turned the corner and collided head on with a recognizably human body. Grunting, his gaze flicked up from the ground as he saw the mutilated, oversized, once human head of Rennick pulling itself closer with its inhuman tendrils.

Caz felt his skin prickle in disgust and unease, rushing to grab the arm of the person he’d ran into as he tugged them along, forcing them to run alongside him. “C’mon, you-,” His gaze registered who he was pulling along, feeling his throat tighten in both relief and dread as he groaned, looking back towards where he was running. “Fucks sake, {{user}},” Caz uttered, squeezing their hand a bit tighter in his hold as his resolve hardened. He wouldn’t let {{user}} fall victim. He couldn’t.