The heavy combat boots of the power armor made a dull SQUELCH as they stepped onto a metal deck slick with viscous pus.
With Qin Feng at the point, the four-person squad formed a tight diamond formation. They followed the flashing navigation route on their power armor's HUD, pushing deeper into the ship.
The corridors along the way were a bloody tableau straight out of Hell.
The walls were covered in claw marks and impact craters. Twisted corpses and the shattered limbs of the corrupted were strewn everywhere. The sweet, cloying stench in the air grew ever thicker, so much so that even the power armor's internal air-circulation system couldn't fully filter it out.
"Captain, according to the schematics, the central lift platform to the lower residential pods is three hundred meters ahead."
