Her hands went numb, yet, they still stung with the sensation of fractured and broken bones all throughout. The pain wouldn't stop her still, and it couldn't have.

She had become the ferryman of the river Styx, and her job was to ensure her two passengers never made it to the other side. As such, despite her own concerns, she turned her focus to what was more important, protecting.

The blob let out a whistle, one louder than the first, one filled with rage and contempt, and the things would heed its summons.

The remaining cells, all four of them, exploded from within, not even the concrete and metal embrasures—the walls— able to contain them.

The thing let out a wet giggle with its many faces as it approached her, every slimy and viscous step bringing it closer to the trembling Cali. Her will stood strong still, and whether that was the fear of failure, or her mind slipping into the recesses of pagan technology, was yet to be seen.

The reason wouldn't matter though, as she brought herself to her feet and began retreating, putting herself in a position to survey the entire room. If it was the end for her, she wouldn't go down quietly, or alone.

The twisted imaginations of what dogs should have been, dispersed around the room, their heavy pants filling the loud silence.

They sought to surround her, and she knew that, so, as they boxed her in, she prepared herself.

They charged her like battering rams, each moving with the force of a speeding truck. Yet, she did not panic, in a matter of moments, she had stooped, and with the sound of shattering concrete and firing pistons, she was gone.

The creatures, they'd clash still, unable to stop, and as they did, they'd ricochet off of each other, literally.

One of the things was flung back in two pieces more than it had approached, split straight down the middle.

As they tried to regain some semblance of order, another fell with its head split open, the sound of swinging chains filling the room. She was no longer the hunted, and clung to the ceiling by one of her anchored bloody soles, she prepared herself once more.

And so, swallowing her own blood, the ceiling collapsed under her might as she brought down her inhuman legs. The thing seemed to notice and tried to resist her, but all of its faux faces and grasping appendages would turn inside out on impact as her leg cut through it, a gash left where most of it should have been, not even the ground being spared.

It was impressive, but it was still too much for a human only half pure. So, after she darted off into the darkness avoiding the collapsing roof, she proceeded to cough up her own blood as she tumbled across the cold floors, that didn't seem so cold anymore.

She was also starting to find it hard to see, her remaining eye, losing its vision. It was insanity, as looking at her, she should have already given up, should have, already been dead, but she kept going.

A faint ring danced throughout the room as her eyes faded into the darkness, and both the remaining monsters felt a new sensation as their heartbeats filled the silence, and for good reason.

They weren't her targets though, and as the two cowered in the corner, a corpse would emerge from the void in front of them, with fading yellow eyes. They almost screamed at first, blood dominated her lower lip and chin, that was hers, but she was damp with it, thankfully, that wasn't hers. Well, most of that wasn't hers.

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She breathed like a tired animal, as if ready to turn over and be done with it, but it was obvious that death wasn't ready for her, or rather, it couldn't force her into resting, in peace, or otherwise.

"We need to—…" She'd cough up her own blood, unable to contain it due to broken hands, yet she continued. "… leave… we need to… leave… go…!" She'd stand, or rather, she leaned on her unnatural legs, as to prevent herself from falling.

It took Bob a few seconds to get a hold of himself, he had seen her fighting, or rather, when she stopped moving he'd see her, so he thought she was fine, but seeing her in that condition, and all to save them, he almost fell apart.

He wouldn't disappoint her though, as he'd hoist May up onto his back, and he'd run. The things would notice their advance, and the cowardly dog, he assumed he had a chance.

It leapt from where it was, and landing on all fours, it charged for the small humans. It was fast, but Cali was faster, and as it pried opened its many jaws, hoping to pin the two's dead bodies to the wall with its teeth, she'd step in.

She glided through the air as if it was natural, and the two would cross paths for but an instant as she flew over its body. Bob would notice the mutt a little too late, and having to use his ace, he wouldn't hesitate, but he wouldn't have to.

The thing's heads rolled off to the side, and as Bob darted out of its way, its dead body hit the wall, even contorting as if it had felt the pain.

He wouldn't stop still, and keeping his pace, he ran on air over the trench as he left the room in a full sprint, almost falling as he broke the corner for the elevator. The laws of gravity seemed to be at his whims for those few moments though, and he didn't fall, even May was forced to notice.

He'd make his way to the glass box, dodging debris and as his eyes lit up again, the door's opened for them. They had made it, but what about Cali.

He'd truly hesitate for those few seconds, but looking back at the place, the little wall that was left exploded from within as the blob of flesh emerged.

It chased after them, destroying the remaining walls, floors and ceiling as it lashed out, and so, he was forced to go on without her

He didn't even close the doors, it was as if he told the thing to enter a free fall, as that's what it had to do to get away from the thing in time.

The monster would crash into the glass frame harming itself, even screaming, yet it reached for them through the doorway as the box fell.

Their hearts sank as they saw its expansive amalgamation of a mimicked hand— forearms as fingers— reach for them. Thankfully, the fingers at the end of the grotesque mass only scathed the top of the glass cube, leaving bloody streaks.

They were safe, as looking at the thing claw for them, they knew it could never reach. As for Cali, they'd hear a metallic skate as from below the thing, she emerged having glided across the floor.

She'd fall into the elevator's shaft, having moved so fast the thing didn't even get a chance to grab her.

She jammed her anchors into the concrete walls, slowing her descent. Then eventually, she detached from the walls falling through the glass overhead.

It would shatter, but by some miracle, the glass floated in place as she fell through it, protecting all of them. It would be moved to the side before it fell, Bob breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon, eyes flickering.

He'd even fall to the ground, May leaving his care of her own merciful volition. He'd regain his breath eventually, and then he'd remember to pay attention to the one that actually needed it.

He'd look up to see a smiling Cali, both her eyes without their hue, her hand up as if to indicate that he did a good job, yet her fingers didn't move.

Then her hand fell, and so did the calm in his chest.

He ran over to her, and placing his ear next to her chest, he heard nothing. He waited, hoping he was wrong that time, but her heart never did beat.

It wouldn't end like that; he wouldn't let it. Undoing the top of her clothes, he'd draw for his trusty copper cube, and even though nothing had happened yet, he began to breathe as if preparing something.

He shook as he lifted it in one hand, the other beside it as if to pray, for a miracle perhaps. He clenched his teeth as he rubbed the thing against his hand, and within moments he grunted as if he was in pain.

He'd then, without the hesitation he should have had, place his hand and the thing over Cali's still heart, and her abdomen.

A pulse let out as the sound of electricity reverberated throughout the small box, sparks flying as Bob jolted at the pain, being tossed to the floor, barely conscious, ears ringing.

He'd still muster the strength to look at her though, hoping to see the light return to her eyes.

May would pick him up, and as she did, his vision never strayed, but the lights didn't return.

His eyes went blurry as they filled with tears, and even May realized what was happening, and before they knew it, they could barely see anything.