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The warrior lurched forward. The final Ghast had managed a swipe across his torso that came close to disemboweling him. They had some SW tape, so he'd bound himself up in a cocoon of the stuff. He was the final member of the team, all the others were dead. They'd come through an alien portal - flat against the rules, but something had called them to this place, where ever the fuck it was.
None of them had ever heard of anything like this. The place was floating, it looked like half a factory, half a castle and mostly like an abattoir. Corpses were piled everywhere, blood spattered the walls and floor and beneath there was nothing but an endless grey void, what looked like cloud tops. He leaned against the wall, blood dripping from his side, a demonic face set in the steel above him watched, his imagination making it leer and grin at his pain. He straightened up and saw the white sun burning down through the haze, making everything humid and carrying the smells of various species' type corpses strewn around the open space.
He shook his head again, trying to clear the slowness. In his med kit he had enough combat drugs to keep him alive through maybe one more encounter and a dose of strychnine in case the pain got too bad.
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