Rise Of The Necrotics

Outbreak

Max wasn't exactly thrilled with how his night had gone so far. Ramirez had been shot, and his partner Gordon had been bitten by one of those things. The black lines creeping from the wound on his partner’s forearm didn't bode well for his chances of making it out of this alive, but there was always a chance. Max was determined to make damned sure if there was a miracle to be had, Gordon was going to get it. Going back to the creepy house with an underground lab wasn't high on Max's list of priorities, but staying away wasn't in the cards. All he could hope for now was that the men he left in charge actually followed his instructions. As long as the basement door remained closed everything would be just fine. If there was one thing Max had learned while working with Gordon it was that nothing was ever easy. Max was pretty sure tonight would be no exception.