The Consumed!

(HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)

It's been four hours since the ship arrived, and the wounded men inside broke quarantine. Mad, growling like animals, they were shot down by C-SEC officials with minimal casualties. The few agents involved in the action got away with minor scratches and bites- And were taken to Huerta Memorial.

Things rapidly escalate from here. Suffering from an unknown infection, the C-SEC agents expire, only to reanimate and attack their medical staff, who in turn are infected and infect others- Due to the high population density of the Citadel and the alarming infection rates, the wards around Huerta are in utter chaos, as sprinting, insane people infected with the 'Virus' are attacking..and consuming the uninfected.

The people they kill get up and kill! Those that are killed get up and kill!

Buzzsaw Buckner was unfortunate enough to be in the center of the chaos. Standing on top of an advertising platform, he is surrounded by a large crowd of infected- From various races. Fortunately, none of them seem tall enough to directly affect him. The man sat down and reached for his belt instinctively- Only to realize he was unarmed. Heavy footsteps. The man drunkenly gazes off into the distance. An Elcor is walking- very quickly- in his direction, visible bites and gashes on his legs. "..Oh. Fuck."
He muttered under his breath. A speeder zips overhead, spinning out of control and smashing into a lake on the Presidium.

Really, take away the fact that they looked like cybernetic abominations, and more like half rotten slathering corpses, it was just like fighting husks. You just had to make sure they couldn't get close.

Another, a turian with his left mandible dangling, with inky black teeth and eyes, lunged for him. Its skull compounded into fractured bone and mush as dark energy formed from the man's grip pulverized the ghouls brain.

There were differences of course. Shoot a husk in the chest enough times, it will go down. These things, nothing less than a headshot would do.

He heard an ominous growl, and turned to see an elcor barelling through the other undead like so many bowling pins.

Shit

McCarran didn't bother waiting around, leaping off the bridge into the Presidium pool, just missing the chargin elcor, is marble skull barely draped by its rotting skin, went tumbling past him.

A moment later, McCarran looked to the surface, gasping, frantically looking for a place to swim to safety.

Then something bit into his leg.

He didn't even have a moment to scream, as the ghouls below pulled him downwards, the only evidence of his presence a steadily increasing crimson blot in the water.