Keep pressure on the wound. Checks the corridor. Down at the end of the cramped tunnel is the supply room. Matt spraying with the fire extinguisher in short controlled bursts, Linda clutching her tranquilizer like a commando. A noise behind them.
Matt turns to blast with the extinguisher.
The white chemical dust sprays out, outlining a shape in the tunnel. But it isn t a human shape. Matt s uniform shreds. Something with fierce sharp claws fells him. Tearing into his flesh.