"Who's shooting at us? Is it the aliens?" Charlie asked.
The young man peered out the door and saw that it was a man, someone he knew. "Anderson! What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled out to him.
"It's all just shit. Fucking shit!"
"Anderson!" He moved out of the lift.
Anderson aimed his gun. "Stay there, Hendricks." He almost looked paranoid.
Hendricks moved a little closer.
"I said stay the fuck there!" He shot off his weapon, hitting Hendricks in the leg.
"Damn it, Anderson!" Hendricks yelled out, in pain.
Anderson looked around with wide eyes, as if just realizing what he had done. Hendricks and Charlie looked too. There were dead bodies everywhere. Whoever this Anderson guy was, he apparently went on a killing spree.
"I ... I ..." Anderson sputtered.
Hendricks painfully stood up and cold cocked Anderson in the head with the butt of his gun. He went down with no trouble at all.
Charlie slowly walked off of the lift.
