--Phase 12 “The Despair”--
Stepping in haste, he let the water beneath him splashed around his shoes. He could care less if his whole clothes were ruined. He just wanted to stay alive and get out safely. Fear overcame his sweat and rapid heartbeat as hoarse screams after him from behind. He did not dare to look back because he knew it would only make things worse than they already were.
Throwing his last grenade, he blew every zombie behind him into a balloon as dead blood splashed over his clothes and faces. He ran as fast as he could as he found broken barrels and hid behind them. He loaded his bullet and shot his machine gun crazily over the path he just took, killing as much as the monster he could. Just when he thought things could not get worse, he spotted two big figures coming from that direction. It was no other but the same kind of monster they fought in the lift before.
“Damn!” Dominique cursed. He shot the monsters’ head and he hit one on the eyes. Seeing his attack fruitless, he got up and ran again. Fighting his hard breath, he just prayed he could somehow get out of the tunnel. He hoped this passage would lead him to the way out. It was not long till he realized his hope vanished as he found himself in a dead end. The room was big enough for him to find a hiding place but he knew he could not fool the monsters long.
Hiding behind a huge pipe, he thought for any idea he could think of and he got none. Dominique tried to breathe evenly as he shot the first zombies he spotted. It was not so long till he ran out of bullets and used his last stock of bullets to reload. The two huge monsters appeared from before, making his tremor worse than ever.
“Is this the end? Damn it!” Dominique cursed over his breath as he kept firing. His other hand was busy taking stuff from his pockets. He got one flash bomb, one smoke bomb, but no grenade. Just when he would lose all his hope, he found something he might be able to use. He did not realized that he still got one last bomb he got from Allen when they were blowing up the passage to the other wing of the hospital. It was a fruitless struggle though, proving they could not save anyone.
“GRRR!” One of the huge monsters spotted Dominique and rushed to his side, attacking him with his body weight. Not wanting to be turned into a pancake by the monster attack, Dominique jumped up as he kept firing. He knew his weapon would only last less than a minute. In a high distance between the grounds, Dominique saw a leaking huge pipe. He knew it was the drain system from the whole hospital in a blink of an eye and he knew what he should do with it.
“ARRRGGG!” Dominique hissed as he was thrown away by the other monster. Hitting his head on the ground, he could feel he began to lose his consciousness. If he closed his eyes now, he would never open them again. No, he would not give up now! Shouting at his body, Dominique managed to get up and ran toward the draining pipe. He threw flash bomb to make the zombies blinded by the light and went mad for a few seconds. Dominique jumped and climbed toward the huge pipe, he threw his last smoke bomb for another try to get the zombies more confused. He did it, at least he thought so, till he was thrown on the floor again, with the same attack as before.
Cursing, Dominique could feel his sight blurred. He did not want to give up, he did not want to die! He wanted to live! Please, if there is God, please let him see sunlight one more time. He hated being in this dark tunnel, alone, dying, and scared.
He could see blurry vision that the monster was ready to crush him into pieces before he closed his eyes. Dominique began to lose all sense of his body. He waited, yet, the pain never struck him. It was a few minutes later that he opened his eyes once again, just to discover he was hidden behind some barrels and Allen was right beside him.
“Allen?” Dominique weakly muttered.
“Dominique! Thank God, you’re okay!” Allen managed to speak between his struggle to keep his gun loaded and kill the zombies. Dominique peeked as he saw one of the huge monsters was dead. It had to be Allen.
“My gun won’t last long,” Allen admitted. He cursed himself to not get more bullets from Kaien. Yes, he did not want to leave Dominique and that was why he told Kaien to get Benji and Nathan out first. He knew Kaien did not like or might want to break his leg and carry him out from this nightmare, but the man did not have any right to do that or tell him what to do. At least that was what Kaien thought so. It was easy to understand the man’s thought, Allen had to admit.
“Don’t worry, I have an idea,” Dominique finally was able to get up as he continued. “See the water pipe there? It’s from the hospital and if we blow it, a massive flood will attack these zombies, including us. It might be suicide plan but that’s the only plan we have.”
Allen nodded, giving his approval. “I’ll blow it up, meanwhile, cover me.”
“But, Allen! Your leg!” Dominique wanted to protest but he could not. He knew no way he could be the bait; he could barely stand now.
“Don’t worry, I can run,” Allen smiled one last time before he gave his guns to Dominique and rushed toward the pipe, which was a few meters away from where they hid. It was weird, Allen knew, he was supposed to be so weak right now, especially because he was infected by the virus from Benji’s blood. But he felt better and better as time passed, even his broken leg seemed to heal magically.
How inhuman he had become?