I got up slowly, clenching the fresh cut with my hand. Warm blood poured out, evidence of the encounter with that.. thing.. Pain was surging through my body, and I pull my hand away from the wound. The only reason I was still alive was because the creature couldn't catch me. Or.. Maybe it didn't bother to pursue me.. Hopefully..

I trudged through the glass artery, a massive sea monster swimming past the underwater tunnel. I finally found a washroom, hoping to get a first aid kit inside. I'm lucky that the plane crash was so close to that shrine thing, but I didn't exactly call being HERE lucky.. In fact, I wish I had died on the surface rather than be down here, in this subterranean hell.

I looked myself over in the mirror, taking note of the tender scratch going through my dark brown hair, a cut on my cheek, and the rips on my shirt. How I could have gotten this bad after a plane crash and a single fight, I have no idea. But this place seemed really dangerous, and I didn't have the guts to rip one of those blades out of the various bodies laying around these tunnels and rooms. I needed to find a weapon. One that was SANITARY. I finally found a first aid, applying the contents and walking back out of the unclean room. I didn't know what to do, other than just wait for one of those zombie things to kill me. I walked around aimlessly, my shoes soaked in blood and water. I scanned over the floor as I walked, hoping to see some sort of weapon. I bumped into a door, and I took a step back. It was locked, unlike most of the other doors in this place.

"Who's it?" A peephole opened up, revealing a set of grey eyes. "WHO? Are you..?"

"My name is Helio Hopkins! My plane crashed near the building above, and I need help! I'm going to die here!" I speak quickly, hearing metal clunking draw closer. The pair of eyes lowered, and clicks and scraping sounded. He was letting me in! A hand grabbed my bloodstained shirt, and threw me to the ground. He was one of those- things!

"Time to die then Helio! When the little sister comes 'round, she'll extract Adam from your body, and I'll kill the big daddy! Then she'll have even more Adam than before!" A sadistic sneer crept over his face, and he pointed a pistol at my face.

"WHAT?! WHO'S ADAM?! NO! PLEASE!" He pulled the trigger, and I jerked my head away. The bullet hit the ground with a deafening BANG! And I kicked him away from the mount. The creature swiveled around, and he panicked.

"NO!" He ran past me, and bullets flew. I jumped to the ground, flattening myself to the best of my ability. The creature fired bullets at a slender entity, noticeably a living diving suit. The entity ducked and dived, before charging the zombie with a single stride. Blood splattered when the diver slammed the zombie into the wall. The creature thrashed and struggled, until it went limp. The diver dropped the body to the ground, kneeling down. A small girl jumped down from diver's back, but something was off. Her eyes were glowing, and her skin was a pale, ugly blackish-grey. She stabs the body with some kind of needle, and starts to extract a red substance from the body.

"What.. The.. Hell..?" I crawled away, hoping to refrain from ending up the same way as the zombie. I stayed as silent as possible as I pulled myself forward, trying not to disturb the two people or alert them of my presence.

I ran out the door, sharply turning the corner to notice a security camera. I concealed myself, waiting for the camera to look the other way. I slid across the ground before my feet impacted the wall, and I used the momentum to stand myself up swiftly and quietly. I opened up the panel under camera, and begin tinkering with the circuitry. About a minute later, the usually red lights on the camera base glowed green. I stepped down from the box I was using as a stepstool, and admired my work. Seconds later, the alarm went off, and a bullet hit me in the shoulder, catching me off guard and causing me to yell out in pain.

"AH!" I throw myself around another corner, a security bot flying down from the ceiling. The security bot began to fire at the zombie responsible for the bullet hole in my shoulder, and I heard several gunshots and screams as the creature died. I turned the corner again, noticing the revolver dropped on the ground. "Yes!" I pumped my fists in the air, regretting it as more pain shot through my arm. Right.. I probably shouldn't use that arm for now.. I stepped toward the corpse, crouching down and swiping the gun, searching the body for more bullets and ammunition. I had eighteen bullets, so I'd better ration them.. I loaded six of the bullets into the drum of the primitive magnum, and as I pulled the hammer back, I heard a several gunshots behind me, along with a crash, and a mini-explosion. I got to the ground again, making myself small and crawling across the floor frantically. I reached the next room, running through the door and moving under a desk. I pulled myself up against the desk, and pointed the revolver at the door.. Waiting.. Daring the diver to turn the corner.. To confront the me.. To kill me.. I would make sure someone would die, I would make sure somebody goes down with me.. If I'm going to die, I'm going to take as many people as I can with me.

I then felt a hand grab the back of my neck, and I was slammed to the ground, my eyes were greeted with a glowing red porthole.