The doctor ran deeper into the building, towards the one place he could once call safe. There was no "safe" anymore, though, only "safer". His clothes soaked in rainwater and blood, his vision blurred as he ran through one dark hallway after the other, the shrapnel which impaled the left part of his torso beneath his ribs ached, the small shotgun in his right hand heavier than ever before; yet he ran on, occasionally looking back in hopelessness. He knew they were there, patiently following him. The screams have long since been silenced and the heavy thunderstorm prevailed. He heard faint footsteps coming from behind him, but the doctor knew better. No time was wasted as he pushed on towards the heart of the structure.

There, at the end of the hallway, stood a large gate to his salvation. A small light flickered right before it. His heart sank as he noticed there wasn't any sign of the others. In fact, the entire hallway lay untouched, no blood smeared over the walls, no shells on the floor. The sight was mind-boggling, but the doctor did not have time to ponder the matter any further. He approached the large door hastily as he did so many times before, looking back one final time. Relief washed over him as he realized the area behind him was empty. However, even when he got close, the doors remained tightly shut, refusing to open as they did so many times before. His hopes were utterly destroyed as he stood there, locked out of his sanctuary. A growl behind him only added to his dismay. The doctor turned around, his eyes wide open from both fear and amazement.

In the flickering light stood the shadow of his former comrade, a ghoul wearing his face. Its left arm hanged limply on its side, its neck craned unnaturally. Through his blurred vision the doctor could not make out the features of the face, but only three gaping holes through which strange, yellowish glow penetrated the surrounding darkness. However, he recognized the silhouette before him instantly and a tear ran down from his left eye. The once pleasant, hulking giant of a man with whom he has seen and been through countless battles, his brother in arms and possibly his only friend joined their ranks. The doctor lifted the shotgun slowly, pointing it at the hellish creature before him. By the handle of his trusty weapon were engraved three lines. A blackened roar spread through the hallway as the doctor pulled the trigger. The area was engulfed into darkness as the shrapnel of the 12-gauge shell hit the barely shinning light on the ceiling. The shot echoed through the building as everything went silent.