Utterly Mad

AJ looked at his tattoo of a 45-degree angle with a skull on it, thinking about what to do. He thought of home and how bad he fucked up there, and then he thought of the facility; why'd he even bother signing up, not like it mattered once he got back home anyway. With a quick sigh and him pulling out his knife he proclaims. "Man I'm not going to sit around and wait for whatever the fuck to come in and kill us. I'm also not waiting around for that Cram meat to hit our lower intestines either, this sucks enough and I don't want it to get any worse!", he then opens the door knife drawn and heads out into the hallways that are dimly illuminated with the backup power lights.