When Russia and Ukraine finally regrouped with Britain and China, everyone was very shaken by the recent turn of events, "I told you I didn't know that that thing was going to avoid my bullets with Canada," Britain was exaining to China for the fifth time in ten minutes. Russia looked around at the corpses and decided they should get that generator back on, "only problem is, we can't pull the lever because it's too clogged with Jimmy's blood."
"Don't worry, if we work together, we get generator back online in no time," Russia said shaking but confident, even Russia couldn't remain himself under all that had been happening, but he was trying. They worked and finally got the lever pulled and restored the power to the building. They wandered down the hall and back into the main room, all the bodies were gone, except the bodies of the countries and the blood remained. They passed Germany and saw there was no more sword. As they entered the main room it still remained in lockdown but they could turn that off in a moment. As they went up the stairs the figure reappeared and held up a gun of some strange design. When he fired, the gun shot a dozen fishing hooks on strings into China's stomach, it became evident that the hooks were the start of a much more gruesome death than they could imagine when each of the lines seemed to go off in another direction and as they all looked at the figure he smiled through the shadow of the hood and pressed a button on the gun which triggered a signal that ran up to the line wheels. He was standing infront of them and then he covered them. The wheels began to real in the thread as if their lives depended on it and China's stomach was pulled open and he rose on the threads, his intestines poured doen like rain. The figure ran off chuckling evilly as the blood poured down like water from a sprinkler.
they moved back up the hall to the confrence room, dead silence, not even a sob. When the got to the security room that led to the conference room hall, they saw something that even made Russia nearly vomit. The secretary of the building manager (who was eight months pregnant) had had her stomach cut open and then ambilicle cord wrapped around her (and the baby's) neck strangling them both. They layed there dead as a rock and covered in blood and plicenta. Britain and Ukraine turned to vomit but couldn't get anything up. They walked into the hallway and the figure reappeared and threw two knives, one into Russia, and one into Ukraine. The first hit Russia in the gut and the second hit Ukraine in the side. The figure ran up and Britain covered Ukraine with his arm while Russia's stomach was sliced open and he was desperately trying to hold his guts inside. Britain turned his head as the figure dragged Russia up to the ceiling with one hand and ripped his small intestine out on one end then hung Russia with it and the crossbeam. "We got to get out of here!" Britain screamed as he hauled his assault rifle up and tried to fire, empty. As Britain helped Ukraine get out of the room and into the main entryway where China died, she pulled the knife out of her side, grimacing as she did it. "You need to survive," Britain said, panting, " or else no one will be able to know what happened here." As they both rested, the noise that had been coming from the conference room hallway had finally died off.