[ WP ] The molluscs are coming ...

Something was n't right. He flipped out his phone from his pocket and hammered something on the keys, without breaking his stride, and then held it up to his ear. Nothing. *Damnit, Keyes never turns off her phone, let alone when we're on a case, a murder no less*. There had been something sinister about that corpse, sitting in its chair staring upwards with its unblinking eyes, a permanent look of terror emblazoned on its face. He broke into a jog though the empty parking lot, the shrill clink of his shoes echoing against the concrete. Coming to the access shaft, he swiped his card in front of the scanner, springing it open. Water dripped from the roof, and a wire sparked viciously. To his left was the fuse box for the complex, covered in a grimy neglect, and to his right, was a large door with an air locking handle on it. He turned around, to go back, but then his eyes narrowed, and he turned back; the handle was turning very slowly. He rushed back to it, and pressed his ear against the door. 
 
 `` Keyes?'' He asked, almost hoping nothing would reply. Just as he was about to dismiss it as nothing, a voice answered. 
 
 `` Serg.. Ja... Jack.'' Keyes voice was raspy and strained. Jack grabbed the air-locking wheel and pulled it as fast has he could, but to his horror, he could feel something was turning it the other way, hard. 
 
 `` Keyes, let go of the handle.'' He said, the worry growing in his voice. 
 
 `` I... I'm no...'' 
 
 Silence. 
 
 `` The molluscs are coming.'' Came the final whisper, then a horrible slurping sound could be heard from the other side.
