Marcus tried something shameful again. He smiled creeply at his own shamelessness while trying to put himself on his feet.

Had Jack fallen to his trap, and he would surely had taken that dead mans’ spot.

It wasn’t out of greed, though. It was just that his own workstation was further down the corridor.

Once the first explosion near the building went off, he gave up on his role as hero. He just ran as fast and as stable as he could.

But then came the second explosion, and he fell to the ground, the glass shard embedding itself even deeper on his lung.

He began crazily vomiting blood and became desperate.

Could someone blame him for trying to take a shortcut?

He tried to prop himself up. He had to go a long distance to reach his own room.

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“Help… please, someone…. I have to get there… I have to get there…”

As he dragged himself on, vomiting and almost passing out every time, he then felt another explosion.

Except this one was bigger than all others.

He felt to the ground again, but, this time, prepared for the worst. Holding himself on all fours, he managed to keep his consciousness.

Marcus crawled through the rubble. A big chunk of the ceiling had fallen on the corridor itself.

Still, as a door closes, a window opens.

His own room, which before required for him to travel through the whole “U” shaped thing to reach, could now be accessed in an almost straight line.

Had his head been a little less numbed, and he would be surely thanking the military for what they did.

Then, as his heavy steps reached the fated door, he saw someone laying in front of it.

The irony didn’t escape his eyes. Was it fate or something?

Marcus kicked the person, just like Jack kicked him. However, his feet just caved in the persons’ chest, revealing the truth that there wasn’t any more life to be saved there.

Marcus became terrified, pressing his doors’ keypad as hard as he could.

A few moments later, a despicable Goblin Emperor made his way to his own goo chamber, finally safe.

Or what could be said to be the closest thing possible to safe.