R3 of Airmax1227's Basic Tourney TUF VS Lannan13: Horror Story

I yawned and stretched as I patrolled lazily across the snowy border of the huge facility. As usual, the night was quiet and boring. There was a point when I really appreciated the beautiful scenery and wildlife surrounding the area, but it had worn on me. The animals here were very brazen, and harmless. There were plenty of antelope, skunks, coyotes, and rabbits that would frequently appear around the huge building. Most of the animals didn’t seem to fear humanity. They saw us security guards almost every day, and I guess had figured out that we were harmless. Tonight, however, there were no animals. Perhaps it was too cold. I got a call in on the my radio ear piece. “Whiskey 3, Control.” “Whiskey 3.” I responded. “Can you 10-19?” Chris asked through the radio. 10-19 was code for ‘return to base’. “10-4” I replied. ‘Affirmative’. I quickened my lazy walk, and hurried back to the building entrance through the deep snow. We were probably going to receive some training. 10 minutes later, I arrived at the security entry point of the massive building. There were 3 different secure points of entry to get in the building. For vehicles, a massive K-4 drop arm blocked the path and was only raised to those with proper access. Past that, a titanium security entry turnstile blocked the path to the walkway. And finally, steel doors to the lobby ‘man-trap’ were needed in order to progress into the building. As I walked through the man-trap, I tossed my badge into the control exchange point to receive what was called my “X-badge” from Phillip who was posted at the point. The x-Badge would grant me access to the entire interior of the building. “How’s it going Phil?” I said, pretending as if I actually cared. “Alright.” He responded. He swapped my badge out, handed me my keys, and I departed for the security Suite. The other officers, Chris, Phillip, Barry, Russel, and Liz, were already there waiting for Christian’s Brief. I pretended to be interested as he gave us winter safety tips. Finally he ended his speech, and I relieved Phillip from point. I spent the next hour watching security cameras and trying to fight of sleep. I started getting annoyed after Chris called Whiskey 3 in over the radio three times, yet still wasn’t getting a response. Barry had probably accidentally switched to the facility channel. I had done it once before. He should be mindful though of when he should call in cleared zones. I yawned, and stared at the still cameras. Suddenly something flickered across one of the exterior PTZ cameras. I focused too late, and didn’t get a glimpse of what it was before it disappeared off the camera. It was probably just a fox. 20 minutes went by, and Chris continued trying to call in Barry with no answer. I sent Chris a message via our security chat. ‘You should try to find him with the PTZ camera.’ ‘Already on it.’ He replied. I monitored the cameras, as he scanned the outside of the building. Finally we located Barry. He was sitting awkwardly against one of the generators outside. He was motionless. ‘I think he fell asleep on the job haha’ I messaged Chris. There was a pause, than he messaged back. ‘Okay, at rotation can you go wake him up please?’ He asked. I sighed. ‘Sure…’ Not five minutes later, Liz came and relieved me from point. I begrudgingly put my coat back on, exchanged badges, and exited the building. It took me 15 minutes to arrive at the generator yard. I was 20 feet away from Barry’s sleeping body. “Barry, wake up!” I shouted at him. There was no response, though. “Come on Barry, no sleeping on the Job. You’ll be lucky if you don’t get fired from this. Wake up mate!” He remained motionless. Dumb@ss. Finally I approached him. I put my hand on his shoulder to shake him. As my hand touched his shoulder, he rolled over limply revealing a bloody mess and a gaping hole in his stomach. His intestines were spilling out everywhere. I yelled, startled, and backed away shocked. Then I began to vomit. Finally I finished, and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my coat. I was filled with apprehension. I raised my flashlight and scanned the area. I didn’t own a weapon; we were un-armed security guards. I started running back towards the building. As I ran, I called in “Control, Whiskey 3!” They replied quickly hearing the urgency in my voice. “Go for Control.” “We have a man down in Zone 33! Call police immediately!” The hairs on the back of my neck were raised, and I would have been shaking with fear if not for the adrenaline. I had never seen a dead person before, let alone a co-worker and friend. I was able to return to the building without incident. I met with Chris in the control room, where he was already on the phone with the police. Suddenly, the line went dead. “Hello…? Hello!” Chris yelled into the phone. It was pointless, the line went out. “Sh1t!” I cursed. Everyone’s cell phone had no service due to the weather conditions. Suddenly a radio broadcast came in, reading ‘Barry’ on it. Nothing but the buzz of static came through for a minute. Finally a cold raspy voice came through. “You have 4 hours to let me in the building. If you refuse, I will kill all of you.” The transmission ended. “what the heck is going on here!?” I asked. But nobody was listening to me. They were all staring at the camera that displayed a shadowy silhouette of a man standing directly in front of the turnstile. In his left hand he was wielding a long, sharp machete. In the other he was holding…. *gulp*…. Barry’s head.