The sixth door was a secondary war room; computers destroyed, communications equipment lying broken on the carpet, bodies of uniformed men that Samantha vaguely recognized draped across chairs and desks. The blood puddles and spatters were impossible to avoid as she checked stacks of papers and books. None of the intact electronics responded to her fingers.
Samantha realized that the dark red Spanish writing on the walls wasn't marker, and backed out of the room with her stomach in a knot. There was nothing here.
Scratch…
Sam spun, fingers fumbling for her gun. She stopped when she saw the big rat, thinking if not for the noise, she would try to kill it anyway to keep it from doing what the insects were. Scowling at the alert rodent, she slapped at a fat fly and moved on.
The last door led to a lavatory. When she saw no bodies, not even blood smears, she allowed herself to use one of the dusty, cobwebbed stalls, thinking peeing had never been so bittersweet. Even taking paper from the almost empty roll hurt, and it was a struggle not to cry. It was all gone.
A shadow, dark and small, dropped suddenly from the ceiling above her, landed on her bare knee.
"Damn!" She slapped at the mutated freak as it ran upwards, missing its extra legs. It was very fast and she gritted her teeth as the arachnid bit her, sending a rush of pain up her leg that shot straight into her spine.
Sam squashed the fleeing spider against her jeans, grinding the 12 legged and more than 10-eyed mutation into little pieces, and she wiped the remains down the dusty stall wall with a smirk of short-lived satisfaction, "Serves ya right!"
She wiped the bite with the last of the paper on the roll, a bit uneasy at how sore the wound already was, and then put it from her mind. She would check the lounge she had passed on the ground floor, and then get the hell out of this mausoleum.
The climb back out of the bunker took her longer, made her even more anxious, as she half waited for someone to jump out of one of the doors she was passing. She breathed a sigh of relief when the open tunnel came into sight, able to see the faint, dim glow of daylight at the other end. One room and she was outta here!
Sam stepped into the smoky, vomit-smelling, vending machine room, eyes spying unbroken glass. She went to the three tall dispensers eagerly, but every ring was empty.
She slapped her hand against the dirty glass in frustration. "Damn it!"