"I... I think I'm going to be sick. I've seen some grisly shit in my time as a Marine but this, this is ungodly."
The scene before me was just inhuman, bodies hacked limb from limb, a pentagram drawn on the floor in human blood and entrails. Severed and charred heads at each point of the star, and in the middle of the wretched symbol, a man ripped open from neck to pelvis, impaled on a spike, and he was still alive.
I left the room, hatred burning in my veins. Who, or what ever did this. They, will, pay. I rounded the corner and saw a black med-kit hanging from the wall. It was labeled "Adrenaline and Regeneration Enhancement Kit." I pocketed it for now, thinking that could be useful for later.
I found some logs on a few of the PDAs scattered throughout the base, apparently Deimos moon and the base with it just vanished out of the sky about a week before they tried to fire up that damned portal.
I don't really have time to contemplate the implications of these findings because right around the next corner was a monstrous, pink abomination.