Dr.William Birkin

David's vision began to fade back into existence...the darkness that had enshrouded his mind for what seemed like years slowly began to fade. He began to sit up, a sharp pain in his arm began to jolt consciousness back into his mind. "The nightmare just keeps on going doesn't it..." said David to himself as he sat up. Looking around he realized where he was, he was locked in a small cell, the room the cell was in was lit by a single bulb, which was swaying back and forth. Immediately jumping to his feet, David reached for his revolver...he felt nothing. "GOD DAMNIT...Piers..you sick little motherfucker..". David sat down on the small bed in the cell looking out onto the room. On a desk was his colt single action army and the box of bullets he had found for it. "Well..looks like I'm just going to wait here until someone or something comes to kill me...I guess I really will die a failure.

Then something caught his attention. Voices..distinct voices coming from outside the room. Recognizing them as those of the others David stood up again, however his hope was soon to die. For another sound then reverberated into his cell.

A dull thudding..the sound of a creature whose home was the eternal darkness of the underground...it was back, the nightmare worm had come back, as if there to taunt David. The tremor increased, and the sound of shattering masonry was heard outside. "Damn damn damn....now I'm gonna be buried in here." thought David.

But, the very nightmare he feared would cut his life short was about to save him. A massive tremor surged into the room, knocking the antiquated and ill serviced door from its rusting hinges. Pushing it aside, David walked out of the cell. Grabbing his revolver and ammunition, he shook off the pain his left shoulder was throbbing with..and walked through the only door of the room into the shaking nightmare world of the tunnels. Smiling as if he had just won the lottery, David thumbed the hammer on the revolver back, the cylinder clicking into place, another round loading. Another chance at ending the horror.

Joker

The "Gravedigger" made its slow, pondering way toward the group, gnashing its numerous rows of teeth at whoever was foolish enough to get in its way.

John watched Winsor run in the other direction. While she was obviously only interested in saving her own life, it was a good idea.

"Come on!" John called to Alex and Ryan. "We have to go! Now!"

Alex made her way to John's side but Ryan remained steadfast, almost as if he was mesmerized by the movements of the gravedigger.

"Ryan! Come on! We don't have time for a Mexican Standoff!" John shouted, more urgently this time.

Ryan didn't move. He was mentally staring holes into the gravedigger in abject rage. He was going to make those holes a reality.

It had been a little while ago that Paul was ripped apart by that frog-creature. "Hunters", they were called. "Butchers, more like..." , Ryan thought. But as much as his off-beat sense of humor worked, his personal demons had finally possessed him. The death toll he had personally witnessed rose by one. Paul. Now, he had "lost it". Ryan was already too close to this edge. Only now was he shoved right over it.

"If it doesn't die right now, it'll keep coming...", Ryan said quietly.

Ryan realized he had not reloaded from the last hostile encounter through all his fury. When one is intent on killing everything that represented what they had seen slaughter all within a 100 meter radius, they tend to focus on how much harm they can inflict on that representation.

Grabbing his last clip of ammo, Ryan pressed it fully home and slapped the bolt closed.

"Ryan! For Christ's sake, not now!" he heard Alex call, but her plea fell on deaf ears. "If anyone else dies next", Ryan found himself thinking, "it'll be me...".

As John and Alex debated what to do, the silence suddenly erupted into a cacophonous repetition of steady, fully-automatic gunfire. Ryan had finally snapped.

The creature screeched and growled and bawled, but Ryan kept firing. He wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.

Ryan kept firing, the images of those people who died in front of him, those he could have helped in some way instead of standing there... freezing... letting it happen, flashed throughout his mind as he continued to unload the 9mm parabellum from the MP5K.

As it clicked empty, the gravedigger made its play. Surging forth, it put one very large tooth through Ryan's leg.

Screaming in pain, Ryan tried desperately to free himself. The tooth had not gone through too far, but it was enough to cause damage.

Looking around through agony-impaired eyes, Ryan noticed the pipes around the gravedigger. Taking a chance, he drew the Beretta from its side holster and started firing wildly at the pipes in a desperate bid to repel the gravedigger.

As the hot lead seared through the cold steel of the pipes, lethally hot steam sprayed all over the gravedigger, making it recoil in pain. At the same time, the steam also sprayed on Ryan's wound, causing him to let forth an agonized yelp of pain before he moved out of the jet of steam.

As much as it was painful, Ryan was almost glad for the steam. "At least it sterilized the wound...", he thought, trying to make the best of a hopeless situation.

A situation which involved Ryan, wounded and barely armed, waiting for the shadows which had pursued him all along to finally close for the kill...

Carlos Oliveira

Nathan looked around slowly and then back to Jarred.

"Ok here's the plan. I can get you into that hole man but you'll need to trust me."

"Ok how?" asked Jarred.

"Climb in feet first. Slide down as far as you can and keep one arm up and one down ok?"

Jarred climbed in and stretched his arm up towards Nathan. As he expected he got stuck.

"Ok McGyver. Now what?" Jarred said frustrated that he was stuck.

Nathan grabbed Jarred's arm and looking into Jarred's eyes with a smile, he spoke...."You need to stay with her man. I need to finish with what my father started. I have to stop Piers! Save her and yourself. Try to find the other Jarred. Your a good man. Live to tell your kids about this."

"What are you talking about!?!" asked Jarred suddenly worried about what Nathan was doing.

With a slight smile and watery eyes Nathan's face transformed to a look of sheer concentration as he lifted Jarred's arm he snapped it back down hard. Jarred felt the dislocation rip through his shoulder as he suddenly slide down. Landing on the other side he screamed in pain as the shock passed. Vanessa was only a few meters away when she heard the scream and came back seeing Jarred on her side of the whole.

"Jarred what?...How did you get through?"

"Goddammit Nathan!!" he screamed.

"That fool is going to take on Piers himself and get killed!"

Standing Jarred walked to the wall and slammed his shoulder into it feeling the bone slip back into place.

Nathan turned and started running for the secret exit his father had told him about. He knew that if they came with him they would get killed and that the only way to stop that was to get away from them. He knew a lot about Isis and Blair but he didn't know everything. He father had tried to stop these killers and had failed. Now it was up to him. Nathan loaded his rifle and stared at the small hidden panel on the wall and pushed on it slowly. It swung open and revealed a ten key pad. Without hesitation he punched in the code...2-0-2-5-7-8...with a small 'ping' the panel flashed and the wall slid upward. Nathan stepped in and walked down the hallway leading to the weapons cache that his father had told him about. It was time to load up for the final battle with Piers.

Nessa and Jarred started walking along the sewage tunnel looking for another way around when they felt the ground tremble.

"What now." said Jarred with frustration.

"I don't want to be around to find out." said Vanessa as she picked up the pace and started jogging down the tunnel with Jarred right behind her.

Turning the corner they came face to face with the ass end of a giant worm.

"What the hell.." was all Jarred could manage before the tail disappeared into the hole it had created.

Nathan reached the weapons cache and punched in the code for the door. Seems like they never changed the codes, he thought. Stepping inside he started arming himself. Grabbing a pair of 9mm's he grabbed 2 shoulder holsters and strapped them on and loaded the 9's. Grabbing an over the shoulder shotgun holster he slid it on and picked up a Benelli and loaded it, then slid it into place. Tucking the 9's away in their holsters he loaded his pockets with some extra round for the shotgun and tucked away 6 clips for the 9's. Grabbing a new mag. for the rifle he ejected the old one and slapped in the new. Pocketing 2 more he noticed the fuel cylinders. Picking it up he switched it with the old one and tossed the rifle over his shoulder. Nathan looked around and smiled. He was loaded up and felt ready for Piers. Lighting a smoke he took a drag and exhaled slowly. Stepping outside he turned for the corridor that would lead to where his father would be released and prepared to once again....end his father's pain.

"This time Piers.....there won't be anything left for you to resurrect!" with that said he punched in another code and opened the door. The room was huge, by far larger then the other. With a deep breath he started out. His eyes and senses at their best as he started looking for his father.....and then he go looking for Piers!