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The hordes of flood seem to never end, and as you continue fighting their ranks continue to become larger and larger. No matter how hard you push, they push harder. Spotting an exit, you race towards it. 

Fighting your way through it, you take a right down the path, then a left, another turn, and another, all the while fighting off the swarms of flood attacking you. The farther you get, the more they seem to push, the more daring they get, as though they're desperate in keeping you back.

You round one more corner into an open room, much simmilar to the first you were in, yet with noticable changes.

In front of you, staring you down, stands Captain Sheffield. A large door falls behind you, the flood stare at you, yet do not move to attack neither you nor him. They stand there, watching, waiting, reminiscent of the most disciplined of military forces.

He speaks

"Im impressed. You're much more resourceful then I first believed spartan. I never expected you to make it out of there, and I must congratulate you. However, make no mistake about it. This site is no longer a testing ground. From this day forward it will be nothing more then a tombstone. It will be leveled, and all will be forgotten. All the tests, all the expieriments, everything. All that will remain is the final result, what you see before you."

THe flood cry out into the darkness. They're hisses and growls send shivers down your spine, but you stand steady. You point your battle rifle at the head of the captain.

----EDIT----

You steady your aim, and reply;

"Yes, This will be leveled, the results will be remembered, and it will be a tombstone. You're right captain. On all but one thing. What has happened here will never be lost, nor forgotten. "

He shoots you an angered glare.

"Moreover Captain, today is not my day to die. This tombstone will not be my resting place, it belongs to you."

You perfect your aim, and prepare to pull the trigger.

However, you failed to notice the flood approaching. Before you can pull of the shot, the gun is hit out of your hands, and bounces away on the floor.

You grab the flood. Something shocks you. In it's eyes, you see fear. Even through all of it's change, it still maintains some of it's originality. It's still human.

Sensing a weakness in your stalling, it once again tried to lash out at you.  Mustering all your strength, you toss him far and down into the fiery pit. Reaching for your pistol, you glance up again, and begin analyzing the best way to handle this situation.

And being Spartan-117, you ignore it, and race head on into the onslaught of flood.