Vaan swerved from left to right. He was running out of time, and quickly. At the end of this hallway was a door that was presumably open and Vaan slowed down. He had to think for a moment, to form a strategy before going into battle. He put his hand on the door and pulled only to find the room empty, but full of limbs and blood and dead bodies. Vaan puked. The smell was outrageous and so sour that it burned his nose. He couldn't breathe. But, he saw a door opposite from where he was, and he knew he had to get there.
Out from behind a corpse came a man with a gas mask dressed in black robes that were made of cotton. He had red gloves that were made of latex and a machete in his hands. He spoke, "One more body to collect, two more souls to press. You are going to be put to rest. You definitely are next."
"Let me pass", said Vaan indefinitely, "Or die." Vaan's arm was twitching and it stung. The nethecite.
"No, I say. You are to pay. You shall lay." The robed man chanted this as he ran towards Vaan. He swung and Vaan followed his fists like a pattern. Left, right, uppercut. Vaan was getting tired, but he couldn't stop. The robed man struck Vaan in the jaw and sent him flying into a pile of arms.
"Don't struggle with me. Tis the end with thee-" but before the robed man could finish, Vaan threw an arm at him, causing him to step back. Vaan seized this chance to use the nethecite's strength and uppercutted him into the ceiling, smashing his head into pieces and making the room rain blood.
"Fuck, it smells worse now." Vaan said as he ran through the door he needed to proceed. Time left: 41 minutes.