No Ammo, No Weapon, No Nothing. You're Pretty much Dead

With his remaining strength, Edward cast the burning body aside and shot to his feet in search of the museum's water fountains to extinguish his own body. His body ablaze, he was more or less a walking target for any passing feeble-minded beings.

Failed attempts in search of this fountain, led him to believe the best thing to do, was to;
'Stop, drop and roll.'
That's exactly what he did. Removing his jacket he rolled out the flames that surrounded his legs, Edward managed to take away the edge of this newfound burning sensation.

After scolding his legs beyond belief, he shot to his feet and stomped out the fire now destroying his once shining leather jacket.

Edward held his jacket by the collar and dusted it off. Beside the dust from rolling over the rubble-infested museum floor, there were now burn marks and holes through his leather jacket.

The howling beast on the other side of the museum hall stopped writhing and disintegrated leaving the flames to die away. There was no more fuel for the fire to burn.

Throwing the jacket over his shoulders, Edward went back to check that the corpse was actually dead. As luck would have it, it was more than dead. The fire and first-aid bottle had done their job perfectly. However the fire had scolded Edward's legs so badly, he could barely walk. Blood seeped through the burns in his grey jeans and streamed down his leg into the soles of his shoes.

But as any man would, he powered on in search of Sarah. After all his running, he was sure she was close by. She had to be.

He took his gun from his jacket and replaced the magazine-clip. It was empty anyway, and now he was onto his last few rounds. Changing the clip made Carnby feel strangely uneasy and begin to hope for another dead security guard whom he could 'borrow' another few magazines from.

He wandered through a blackening hallway. The shadow's caved in on him, leaving him in total darkness. This part of the museum's power had been shut down completely. He took out a torch from his jacket and flicked the switch several times, before whacking it against his hand and illuminating the entire corridor.

Before him hung a head of a corpse, illuminated brightly by the flashlight's white angelic light. Each feature was so distinguished it was unbearable to look at. An unsightly mangled torso fixed to the ceiling by a bulging sack of rotted flesh swayed calmly.

The sounds from within the sack unsettled Edward on his slow journey toward Sarah.

A croaking noise withered its way from the dangling head's mouth. Although it was open wide, the noise seemed so quiet. It wasn't what those beasts usually sounded like and certainly was not something Edward was in the mood to hear.

Ignoring it, he pushed ahead. The further away he got, the more irritating the croaking became. It escalated in volume as he moved further into darkness, with only his small torch to light the way. He glanced back at the dangling head, sighed, and continued forward.

The croaking soon became a scream that echoed at a nasty pitch throughout the corridor. Edward covered his ears and pushed ahead, limping into an endless tunnel with no light whatsoever.

The croaking thundered its way through the corridor until it remained constant for what must have been a very long thirty seconds. Edward stopped holding squinting from the pain of the cry and continued as though that incident never happened.

The white light ahead of him flickered. Edward tapped it against his hand and saved more light for about another five yards, until it cut out completely.

He was left in darkness. The croaking stopped abruptly. Edward glanced around in the dark. Though he tried to remain calm, he could feel his breathing escalating slowly, and his chest pumping countless amounts of oxygen through his system.

The croaking started again.
"OH! Why won't you just shut it already!" howled Edward, whipping out his gun and firing two shots down the corridor in the direction of the hanging head. It was silenced instantly. In this strange silence Edward could only say,
"Thank you..."

The croaking started again. Edward cried enraged back down the corridor, only to be startled by a second croaking at a lower pitch. He twitched his head aside, listening intently to the croaks as a third joined, then a fourth. It was enchanting, but petrifying to listen to.

Edward fired another three shots blindly into the dark tunnel. All croaks ceased. There was silence once again. He sighed and search through his jacket pocket, feeling around for his lighter.

The croaks started again, lengthening and increasing not only volume but pitch. It soon became a choir of croaks, sounding over ten at a time. Edward started again down the corridor away from the hanging head and choir of croaks, almost breaking into a sort of 'limp-sprint' to escape a certain death.

The croaks ceased altogether and shrieks hurtled toward him. The sound of hammering against the corridor wall vibrated the ground around Edward. He powered on, striking the lighter several times before managing to get a flame.

A thundering of feet began from behind him. Realising he couldn't outpace the speed the footsteps hurtling toward him, Edward spun around whilst powering forward, and shot again and again down the corridor. He could only see what with what little light the lighter gave and it wasn't a very far radius. It was as though he was shooting into darkness yet again.

Several shrieks were silenced, but many still prevailed. Edward could barely see the end of the dark corridor and was uncertain of where to go as there were many corridors branching away from his.

He took aim down the corridor again and fired, what he did not know, were his last remaining bullets. He fired again and again, but the clicks of an empty magazine rattled through his hand and his ear drums. Edward wanted to panic, but knew there wasn't even time for that.

Glancing forward, he noticed a small beam of light. It was as though this sign of hope compelled him to quicken his pace and reach his target. Sarah was closer than ever.

Without warning, he was struck over the back by a heavy hand. It almost knocked him to the ground, and was followed by another two pounds. Edward couldn't afford to look over his shoulder, as he already knew there were two Humanz behind him, waiting to attack once again.

The beam of light was within reaching distance. Edward outstretched his hand and threw his body over the 'finishing line' in relief.

As he burst into a small room with only moonlight from above, his emotions ran from 'over-elated' to 'drowned in hopelessness' within seconds. He rolled to the ground and avoided another heavy blow from the beasts behind.

They burst into the moonlit room, revealing the true horror of their faces to the only relatively human person in the room. Edward took hold of his gun, but remembered he had no more ammo.

Surveying the area in a quick scan, he realised there was nothing he could use as a weapon. He brushed his arms around his jacket and realised there was nothing he could use as a potential weapon.

The three beasts crawled toward him, followed by several drone-beings that wandered around the room aimlessly. Edward retracted himself from the beasts slowly. It was certain death.

One beast jumped at him, and began gnawing on his open wound across his thigh.
"ARGH!!" he yelped, battering the dead being with the back of his gun. It was useless.

The second leapt onto his other open would and the third followed all sinking their teeth into his flesh and tearing at it viciously.

Edward stopped battering the beasts and gave into their eating behaviour. He was pretty much dead at this point and there was nothing and no one around to help him.