I cock my fist back and slam it into Kaylin. We hit the ground and I keep wailing on him. A smile grows on my face, they're flying away. There's still hope. Kaylin angrily shouts, "Where is it!?" He catches my fist, "In a universe sized haystack!"

He throws me into the building and I get impaled by something sharp. He giggles at my attempt to get off the bar. He punches me back onto it. "Tell me! Now!" He rips into my chest and pulls my heart out.

"I may die here, but Nick, humans-" I snicker, "They'll never die." "Just like you, they shall meet their end. Nephilem kind will conquer all." I smile as he crushes my heart. Rhoxeus was wrong, we can't keep running. I at least can halt their victory.

"He's still bleeding out!" The pilot yells back, "We have something on us!" Jess yells, "Just keep going!" "Why a research center?" I cock my gun, "We're here! Just land! Then wait on the roof!" We drag him out and into the facility. "Fuck! He fell asleep!" Some robotic voice comes on the speakers,

*Alice Metzger! This is Switch! Head down to the bottom floor, quickly! He'll die without my help.*

The elevator opens by itself and we get in. "How can we trust you?" *If he dies, I die too. Is this what fear is? I'm not supposed to feel. Am I corrupted like Nick?*

The doors open and we heave him out. "Focus!" *Right, put him on that table.* We hoist him up and the table restraints him. Mechanical arms come up. "Wait!" *Relax, I've watched others do surgeries.* The table cuts into his arm and blood shoots out, *Oops. Uhh, Jess! Grab the the thingy in locker CS-67*

She runs out the room as he taps on the speakers, *You have company. More of those things are coming in. There's a gas line above the door.* I pull on it and it breaks free. *Now make a spark so you don't burn us all alive.*

I shoot my gun at it and a flame shoots down above the door. *Now the other door is your choke point.*

"How many, switch?" I almost shoot Jess on her way in. She's got a mechanical arm. *There's about 50 in the building, they're searching for you. Good thing you're holed up in the armory.*

Endless footsteps pound above us as Jess slaps down the arm. "Why don't we just burn his arm closed and call it?" *Because, his body has something it's rejecting.* Jess looks up at a camera, "Cancer?" I gasp, "Is it purple?" *Something similar to it, it's alive.*