Contamination

[Gagadug.]

The elevator came to a stop with a rattling sound.
When the doors opened they opened the sight to a corridor that looked like it was the scene of a horror movie, five dead soldiers, or what was left of them after they were killed with apparently most simple weapons, were spread across the floor, the walls painted red and shining in the bright light of the ceiling lights.
There was no sign of infectees, but worryingly neither of the weapons the dead soldiers must have had.
Waidmann gave his men the sign to move through the corridor, step by step securing every door and the rooms behind them.
When they reached the end of the corridor, the floor began to shake, making the men wince and point their guns at every corner.

The shock absorbents. Waidmann mumbled All men to the emergency stairs! We have to get to the eleventh deck now.

The whole group turned back and went to the room leading to the emergency stars, no more closed and organized securing but hastly moving to not die on this rock.
The stairs themselves were only illuminated by red emergency lights and when they found the way from the 8th to the 9th deck blocked they nearly ran into the ceiling part that came down and did not leave any room for moving ahead.
The only way was to get to the hoistways, hoping that either the elevators worked through a miracle or they were able to climb up to the next deck.

When they entered the 8th deck they noticed a song playing on a radio, probably descending of some laboratory desk whos owner left hastly.
The corridor looked like nothing happened here, not even the alarm was sounding here.
It seemed so surreal that Waidmann stood still for a second. Just the sound of the radio could be heard.

And then a silent groan.

Everyone turned his head, seeing a woman in a lab coat standing behind one of the men and a blinking pinch looking out of the place where his heart had to be.One of the soldiers fired a salvo of shots at the woman, rushing her off her feet along with the soldier, creating deep craters in their bodies.
Another gunshot could be heard, this time from where the elevators had to be, making one of the men fall to the ground holding his belly.
The entire group raised their guns as they saw more and more people appear from the laboratorys and the elevator.
When the shock was overrode by the routine of years of fighting all hell broke loose, gunshots filled the air and stamped holes in the walls.
Smoke began to fill the corridor, probably released from some broken laboratory device and the sight became worse and worse.
More and more men fell; shot, stabbed or simply strangled with the immense strength the infectees posessed.
Some men tried to make their run for the elevator, followed by the creatures, shooting everything they had at them. But no matter how many bullets they sent in their way, as long as the body was not dead yet they would not fall.

When they reached the elevator only four men of the group were alive still, rushing into the elevator. One of them hammered on the button that closes the doors so violently that a loud metallic noise sounded that probably could be heard through the entire hoistway. After what seemed like an eternity the doors began to shut while their fire kept the infectees at bay.
Through the last gap between the doors some shots were fired into the elevator, hitting one of the men in the chest, then the door shut like the curtain after a stageplay and the elevator began to move towards the 11th deck.