No basis, no story, no point.

The man looked more
yellow than anything, he must've been using an old camera.

"We have fled underground, it's not safe on the surface anymore. Rumours say that the surface is poisonous. They don't need air, they can function perfectly without it. We haven't found any weaknesses. God please save my mortal soul."

There was something desperate about him. The man seemed jumpy. His eyes darted from side to side and he would wipe his forehead with a stained piece of cloth. His voice shook as he spoke although this could have been part of the breakdown of the file; it jumped and blurred itself at times.

"They're here!"

A loud bang escaped the small speakers, the true volume of the sound beyond the capabilities of the screen. The man looked with desperation into the camera, as if he could see whoever who was watching him. That someone would feel the terror that shook his bones as he had nowhere to retreat to.

The banging continued. Heavy thuds and the occasional scraping of metal against metal. That would explain the marks on the heavy airlock that sealed this room off from the rest of the corridor. The deep gashes and how it had been pried from the wall.

"No known weaknesses. We were helpless. How do you fight something that you built so that it would be indestructible? Holy mother of God. They're going to break through the door."

Metal screamed loudly as it finally gave way. Something shrieked, hollow and metallic, as the airlock was pulled open. The man didn't turn around but focused his ice blue eyes on the camera.

"Mary, I love you and I'm sorry."

Something ripped him away from the seat causing it to spin wildly around, its recent occupant gone in an instant. A human scream pierced the tomb and then silence.

End of transmission flashed briefly on the screen in green letters. Then with a click the screen switched itself off and the tomb returned to being dark and abandoned.