Gray Haired Man

Chris smirked and picked up the assault rifle. "Well well, Caster. Where are you~?" he gave a toothy grin as he looked ahead into the green hallways.

With a measured gait, he quickly made his way ahead while following the traces of blood of the hooded goon and after facing some similarly, night vision glasses equipped guards, he reached a big door.

'Hah, is this what they call a boss room? I wonder what I will gain for killing the boss~' with his humor broken and his mind in chaos, Chris laughed as he pushed the door open.

'Ugh,' 

However, unlike expecting a volley of gun fire and getting the welcome that he had prepared against by picking up a body shield, he was assaulted by a nasty smell of rotting corpses.

A smell that instantly triggered his gag reflexes and gave him the urge to puke all the delicious food he ate since the morning.