Speaking of sea slugs, they're coming up to one of his previous kills. The girl's nowhere to be seen but there's a huge dead pile of metal and leather -- and ruined flesh too, where some entrepreneurial splicer has scavenged pieces of its diving suit. At least it doesn't smell as bad as the one back in the flooded room, though at a certain level of stench these distinctions do become a bit pointless.
Two of the fresher corpses lying near it suddenly laugh and spring to their feet. Jack jumps, and then -- well, the chemical thrower's right there in his hands, so he lets fly with the napalm, leaving them screaming.
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Speaking of sea slugs, they're coming up to one of his previous kills. The girl's nowhere to be seen but there's a huge dead pile of metal and leather -- and ruined flesh too, where some entrepreneurial splicer has scavenged pieces of its diving suit. At least it doesn't smell as bad as the one back in the flooded room, though at a certain level of stench these distinctions do become a bit pointless.
Two of the fresher corpses lying near it suddenly laugh and spring to their feet. Jack jumps, and then -- well, the chemical thrower's right there in his hands, so he lets fly with the napalm, leaving them screaming.