They entered the house of horrors, not sure what they would face. The last team stopped responding after making contact inside. It looked like a butchers shop. There was blood on the floor, enough to reach past the soles of their boots. This wasn't possible. No person could do this, and there were no explosions, this didn't make sense. Limbs and pieces were scattered, nobody was intact. Just when they were reporting on what they were seeing, a loud clicking noise was heard. It sounded like a latch snapping open. It was followed by more rapid, successive clicks, like a fishing reel. It was then that the door they entered through locked shut, automatically. They desperately and fearfully tried to radio out, but all they got was static. They were afraid, they didn't want to die like their comrades had, ripped apart in some unknown room. They were frozen, waiting for the attack to come. That's when they realized the clicking had stopped. It was quiet. When the thing came, it came fast, and it came hard. It was small. As big as a medium dog. It attacks the legs first. It uses its own body as a ram. And once in the midst, it turns, and twists, like a blender, and it shreds. Their guns can't help them. Their armor can't help them. Their training definitely can't help them, they were never trained for this, they don't even know what it is. Their final moments will be loud.