"Clear down!"
Their exit from the corridor was now open, they just had to go through it. Before Charlotte could peel off into the doorway and lock it behind them, the sound of four high caliber rounds in the enclosed space almost deafened her. She turned to spot one of the one of the monstrosities lying ontop of Akiyama, with four massive chunks torn out of its back, clearly dead from the trauma it had endured. "Fuck! Man down, Akiyama's down!" the words that she always brought on a feeling of regret and depression, she hated losing people, especially her own. In this occation however, it was looking like she would be forced to make the hard decision. Despite being mere spitting distance, the monsters were mere feet away from herself in the doorway if she risked going out there to get her, she and Petrovic could very much meet a horrid fate, hell, she wasn't even sure if she was alive, for all she knew those rifle shots had been her last. Her survival instinct was telling her to abandon her ODST, to leave her to her faint and fight another day, hell, her own survival depended on it. But she would never be able to live with herself in doing so, it went against her every moral fiber in her body was against it, no matter what faced her, she would never abandon her troops, she would rather die along side them than leave one behind just to live out a few hours more. She'd be damned if she was about to give up on her now.
No.
Man.
Left.
behind.
"Arrgh fuck, Cover me!!" She spat, charging out from the temporary safety of the doorway and back into the zone of death that was the corridor, her shotgun raised toward's the crowd of hideous creatures as they all screeched in an in human fusion, likely begging for their death or hers. Not waiting to become chow, she didn't hesitate for even a second, using her sling to better stabilize her suppressing fire, she fired her first shot, the recoil send the weapon upwards, the close cluster of pellets landing dead center into a humanoid monster that lunged right towards her, knocking the bastard right off its feet and back into two more, sending them tumbling back ever so slightly, luckily buying her a few precious mil seconds of time. racking back the pump, ejecting the shell, Charlotte turned her attention back over to her downed comrade and the decomposing monster that lay on top of her. with one firm kick, she pushed the corpse off the soldier, she wanted to make sure she was alive but she didn't have a second to spare, her own life was on the clock. Grabbing the handle which rested on the back of the ODST's plate armor for such occasions and started dragging her sorry ass into the doorway of the stairway more and more closed in. She could see them in full view now, each and every one right down to the wounds that they had inflicted on them, the particular tinge of the decomposing skin and the horrid mutations that the parasitic entity had bestowed on them. An image now burned into her brain, something likely to give her nightmares for the rest of her adult life.
Letting go of her comrade, she quickly attempted to grab hold of the door, hoping that these things didn't know how to operate them, only to be blocked by one of those things now standing in the doorway. this one in particular had womanly features, although the parasitic growths sprouting out of her chest made that almost in distinguishable, her face was mangled to all hell by a pieces of shrapnel and locked in an permanent expression of pain, her left arm clutched onto a rifle of some kind and her right arm bore a large claw like growth sprouting from the wrist. Charlotte recoiled back, falling over and hitting the floor hard in a mixture of instinct and fear as the thing raised its arm to strike. She tumbled around for her slung shotgun, grabbing onto the pistol grip and rolling to the left, onto her comrade as the things claw was brought down with some force, landing on her right, missing her by mere inches. before it could make another strike, the barrel of the shotgun was pressed right up against chest of the attack and with one hand, she pulled the trigger, the blast sending it reeling backwards out of the doorway as the shotgun kicked back, the force of the recoil was sent back right into her wrists, almost shattering them. Grabbing hold of the pump, she racked it back, loading another shell as she quickly fired again, repeating the process as she climbed to her feet, laying down a suppressing fire as she attempted to shut the door. "Give me a fucking hand!" She screamed, trying with all her might to pull it shut as more quickly moved towards the doorway, attempting to get in.