The unitologists were destroying EarthGov, colony after colony falling as new portable markers were transported all over the galaxy. Necromorphs were destroying much of Human civilizations, many of the previously Human planets now lifeless husks filled with necromorphs. Very few stood to face the enemy, survival becoming the main concern of the Human race. Abandoned research stations were scattered around the galaxy, many of them having crashed into the planets they were orbiting. Everything was in chaos, hope nearly destroyed. During all of this turmoil a Human colony, one of the many struggling for survival, was in the middle of major conflict. A singular unitologist ship arrived with a portable marker, Unitologists slaughtering an entire outpost and activating the marker. This is how it always began, and it never ended in the Human's favor. They quickly spread across the planet, infecting the native species and wreaking havoc on all surrounding Human settlements. One such settlement was currently under attack, a young engineer in the middle of it...
The planet known as Bellus was a tropical world, 80% of the planet jungle while the other 20% was ocean. The storms were merciless and often severely damaged outposts with winds that exceeded 200 mph, repairs constantly taking place. It was colonized for the abundance of a vast array of resources, villages making a fortune. This fortune was taken however from EarthGov to help fight back the Unitologist threat, angering many settlers. Soldiers were stationed all over the planet to protect research stations and settlements from Unitologist invasion. An engineer named Klaire was one of them, a gorgeous woman who the male soldiers flirted with constantly. She was reassigned from a planet cracker to the surface of this planet, her skills needed to help repair damaged equipment from the storms. It was the day after one of the storms that the Unitologists attacked, necromorphs popping up. Klaire was stationed in the generator room of a large factory, the generator needing repairs. Before she knew it screams could be heard everywhere and she was alone in an enormous complex filled with necromorphs.
"Santana, Montez, and Brinsen! I want you to keep your eyes on the hallways. Anything moves, blast it! Klaire, you just stay back and let us handle this!" Klaire had been assigned to Commander Branson's squad, Branson not having any toleration for failure or humor. The factory was one of the last complexes to be hit and Branson's squad was the last to remain. The overhead hanging light flickered, barely illuminating the large room. The ceiling was 15 feet above them and the room was 40 wide and 25 feet long. The generator hummed in the background, the large piece of equipment shining with blue light beneath the metal panels. All of a sudden the soldiers opened fire, a swarm of necromorphs attacking. Before Branson could order anything all three soldiers defending the door were slaughtered, leaving him and them. He looked at Klaire and then back at the swarm. He opened fire but was immediately cut down, the swarm ripping him apart and running over his dead corpse. They began surging towards Klaire, many insect like while others were still bipedal and had sythes for arms. A loose vent was behind her, the covering barely attached. It was her only escape route.