As they split up into one single file line, Germany took point and Russia brought up the rear, leaving Spain, Mexico, Ukraine, China, Britain, and last but not least Canada. They walked into the main lobby, all the guards are dead. A gunshot is heard from the next room over.
"Hello?" Germany reluctantly calls and swings the door open to investigate the sound with the others following behind, most too scared to even blink as they see the head of security James Adams hanging by a rope from the ceiling fan, a bullet in his head.
"We're going to die aren't we?!" Mexico freaks out and runs out of the room and a moment before anyone can panic and stop him, his head comes rolling back into the room a freaked out look on his face. As the weaker countries scream, Germany moves into the faint light of the doorway and sees the figure standing there with a sword, blade nearly coated in blood. Fourteen shots were fired before that sword was deep in Germany's stomach. Everyone panicked as the figure ran off leaving the sword.
"Everyone stay together, we separate, we die," Britain took point and moved into the hall with the others following close behind with Russia close at the back. As they finally reached the main door to the generators, Britain turns to say one thing, "Whatever happens in here from this point on, we need to get those generators back on so whoever is left can escape," he opens the door and begins to walk into the generator room, a dozen more bodies are strung up and a dozen more are laying with knife wounds dead on the ground. "This room must take a lot to operate. These generators usually run with two or three people monitoring them, the silence means that the backup generator must also be out. Russia, Spain, and Ukraine, take a look at the backup generator and we'll get the primary generator up again."
"Got it," Russia, Ukraine, and Spain say in unison and begin to walk to the door to the secondary generator, they find more and more people strung up and stabbed through their left eyes, always the left eye. They soon came to the generator to find two men each with a similar build, hung by their ankles and their arms chopped off and their faces cut off with an axe in each of their stomachs. The guts spilled out of the bodies like water off a waterfall. Ukraine turned and puked, it was too much for her too take, Spain followed and Russia patted them on the backs while saying how it was going to be all right.
Meanwhile, the others reached the generator's main control and monitoring station to see it covered in a dead man's blood, the body lye next to the generator impaled with the lever that turns the generator on. Canada turns and starts to cry because he knew the man very well, it was Jimmy the bagel boy who always brought them bagels, donuts, and coffee. "The plot thickens," Britain says looking at the control board and cringing. The Worst Is Yet To Come was written on the generator behind the control board in Jimmy's blood, And You'll Never See It Coming.