Brock nods, "got it", he says as he pulls his gun out and watches the hallway. Builder rushes off and into the next room to see Doctor Reagan on his knees, sobbing and fire his rifle into the air.
Builder takes a look around. "Holy shit". The formerly organized room was a catastrophe. Tables and chairs overturned and broken, supplies strewn everywhere. And the refugees...Christ. There were pieces of them here, pieces of them there. The floor was practically covered with blood and guts. Mangled and maimed corpses everywhere...and all of them were missing their heads. Another gunshot caused him to turn his head. The good doctor was still firing shots, was he trying to attract the damn thing back?
"I failed...", he looked up at Builder. "They trusted me, they needed me and I told them everything would be okay. We'd be right back with food. I left them defenseless, this is my fault". His face cringes with pain as he fires another round into the ceiling and sobs again, looking around the room at the remnants of his former co-workers and friends.
Brock enters the room with his gun raised and looks around. "What the fuck is going on-Oh FUCK"! He looks around the room, stunned. "You gotta be fucking kidding me". He walks over to Builder shaking his head. "Now what? We just wast-spent all this fucking time helping this people. And now their fucking head's are gone and the doctor's freaking out".
Another shot and he spins to doc, "Doc you gotta pull yourself together and quit fucking firing shots off, you want that thing here to do to us what it did to them"? He gestures around the room.
Reagan looks up, nothing but coldness in his eyes. "Yes. I want that thing...I WANT IT'S FUCKING HEAD"! He stands up and begins walking down the hall way firing off a shot and screaming at the top of his lungs. "Come out monster. Face someone your own size! Fucking bitch are you hiding you fucking cunt"! He roars in pure rage, spittle flying from his mouth as he fires another shot. "Come on"!
Brock's eyes widen in disbelief. "No...this is not fucking happening". He spins to Builder and shakes his head. "We gotta get out of here, I mean I like the doc and all but he's fucking lost it, maybe we should just take these supplies and go, look out for numeral uno's...two....us, fuck, whatever man you know what I mean".