After a long 2 hour reflection on my action, I put on my gears once again, reload the mp5 as well as the aks, ars that were in the molle packs and put them on safe. Jumping down from the elevated plat form, I then scout around the perimeter once more to see if there are any stragglers. Seeing that the perimeter is cleared, I pull out the laptop and try graphing the schematics to the doors that are presented in the atrium. Things doesn’t go as well as I thought since the marks have been too old or faded away to make any resemblances to the schematic numbers but to my luck I manage to find a wheel chair lying next to a large door with a “staff of hermes symbol”.

After finishing my scouting assignment, I come back to the platform and carry “the sleeping beauty” down to the wheel chair- after putting some UN battle fatigues on her, can’t leave a maiden sleeping bare bodied, she might get a cold; no matter how embarrassed I was.

I hoist her up over my shoulder, walk down the stairs and push her to the closed shut door with the insignia. With the laptop on, I initiate the override procedure to open the door. Slowly a loud, clockwork mechanic unveil the layered metal plates that graph together to create a door.

“Right, hopefully there are no more soldiers to fight…”(Mitsuha)

“Stay vigilant partner, you might have some upgrades, but you won’t last 1 minute against twenty of those Un soldiers.”(Hyde)

Heeding to his words, I carefully make my way through the dark ominous corridor. I pass through a few weapon boxes stacked in a barricade manner as well as helmets laying around the vicinity. This sight is quite similar to those of the ones on the balcony before, implying that something or someone is being more of a threat than a few slow moving zombies and Colin the Undead Magician.

I kneel down grabbing a few grenades and rounds that are laying around the barricade.

“ohh~ that’s a good find”(Hyde)

A few M67 round frags grenades, two M72 Laws as well as frag rounds reflects the lighting from my flash light. I strap whatever I can to the pouches on the vest, the harness and the molle bags as well as the m72 Laws laying under the wheel chair’s under basket. I then proceed through the corridors.

The sights laying out on the way aren’t that one would call pleasant or scary. Words to describe them are to be quite sad, quite lonesome and quite painful to see. Abandoned weapons of war, once held by men of different ages to fight, protect, conflicting over antagonizing ideals, now laying rusted broken over time.

“Looks like these didn’t hold on as good as those Ars and Aks you found.”(Hyde)

I inspect the m2 grease guns and PDWs laying on the floor. Sure they were P90s and MP5s but most of them don’t seem to be function anymore because of the humidity. Most of them already have rust marks on their barrels, muzzle brakes and mag-wells.

What’s this?

I proceed further down through the tunnel to see skeletons, wearing torn clothes. Many of them had their suit cases and belonging presented on the scene.

“So these are the civilians that the soldiers were blabbering about earlier…”(Hyde)

But how come they are not in the body counts of reanimated soldiers nor those of the zombies outside. Why are they the only ones lying here?...

I ask myself the question as we wander through the long corridors littered with trolley beds with molded sheets and deflated pillows, using our rusted wheel chair with squeaky and deformed wheels.

“I don’t like this,...too quiet…”(Hyde)

Oh shut up with the jinxing.

“It’s true though…we’ve been walking for thirty minutes through this god forsaken floor with only chem lights and a shitty Picatiny rail flash light…no sign of a medical bed nor any communication equipment of any sort. Plus, haven’t you hear anything from the A.I announcer? We turned on the power for this place, then why is it so quiet…”(Hyde)

Hyde goes on and on about how dangerous it is to keep pushing up, blabbering on how strategic we should be while exploring this “Dungeon” and worrying on the fate of Emily. She was quite reckless on using herself as bait when I wasn’t able to fight.

I look down, spare “the sleeping beauty” a gaze of affection and proud-something that I rarely exhibit in my household.

…

“hey look, what are those things….”

A cloud of opaque fog blocks our way, providing cover for something or someone of dread and suffering.

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In front of me stand tall three knights all-decked out in metal armor and handling sharp long board swords, forming a three man wall against a large door with the medical insignia.

“…knights of the Holy Esters…Augh…Exterminate those who are wicked and evil…”(Knights)

In unison, they chant an ominous verse. One by one, they shift from their sentinel stance to their offensive stance with resemblance to the stance of Kenjutsu- Shano-Kamai, Seigan, Gaku-geidan. Seems like i won’t get through without a fight, so i decide to push Emily to the side, grabbing the knife from Emily’s belt and the P90 from the half opened Molle bag.

Shielded behind their thick armor and protective visor, the knights simultaneously lunges themselves at me. Same formation as before, I can only take out one so far with their increasing speed like this.

Their distance keep closing in as i try to come up with a solution.

“LOOK OUT!” (Hyde)

Hyde yells out, partially take over my body for a mere second. In his control, I manage to dodge the attacks of the possessed knights.

“ouff!” (mItsuha)

By the scalp of my head, I barely made it, barely dodge two of their strikes, but the third one manages to penetrate my armor and grant me a painfully deep gut wound.

“FUCK! Why aren’t you paying attention you idiot?!”(Hyde)

“Sorry…I’m so sorry.”(Mitsuha)

I hold a tight grip over my opened gut wound, and look back at them. The knights doesn’t seem to pay any attention to me anymore, as they slowly approaches Emily, still snoozing away in her wheel chair.

I try standing up and aiming the P90 at them, but my eyesight becomes blurred, possibly from the excruciating pain and blood lost, not accounting the stamina lost from hunger.

“No…”(Mitsuha)

As I fall down to my knees, a jolt jumpstart my stamina. And in that moment, I felt as if I have completely lost control of my body.

And suddenly he yells outloud

“Hey! I’m still standing. Fuckers. Come and get me!”(Hyde)

I’m not saying that am i? Or is it Hyde?

“Now, Who want some?! Who want some of hot “demons in glasses?!”(Hyde)

Wracking the p90 slide, he charges at the knights. Knife in left hand and PDW in the other, he pin himself using the knife, stabbing through the chainmail of one of the knights. Gripping tightly on the knife, Hyde then pin the knight over the shoulder, pushing the PDW at the knight’s face and spray hot lead through the forehead of the knight, within lesser than 30 seconds.

Is this really my body? Is this what I’ve been really given by Adam, if so then why haven’t I...

“You are too nice that’s why.”(Hyde)

“Eh?”(Mitsuha)

“The power given to you was to purge those who are evil, and kill those who are wicked, but in your mind they are still human...”(Hyde)

Hyde converse with me whilst holding back the attack of the assailants.

“You are weak, that’s why…You couldn’t bear with the look of Emily in pain that you gave up the only leverage we had over that piece of shit…”(Hyde)

“I’m only human after all…don’t put your blame on me. I could not put up with the screams you know…”(MItsuha)

“I know. You usually get over emotional and somehow go overkill on others until that therapy. That led you to being softer than before.”(Hyde)

Hyde maintain the conversation with me whilst fending off the remaining two dead knights with the knife and PDW.

“It’s because of that therapy, that I was kept behind bars, gagged, tied up, pulsing with anger ready to release…SO YOU EITHER GOING TO STEP UP FROM YOUR MORAL BULL-SHIT AND FIGHT FOR THE ONES YOU ARE IN-DEBTED TO, THE ONES YOU LOVE…Or I’m going to fuck shit up in and out of your body.”(Hyde)

After his last words, Hyde’s movements become increasingly fast. HE no longer dodges nor avoid the knights’ slashes and cuts, but rather parry them with strong, aggressive knife stroke.

Clang Clang.

Several sparks ignites as swords and knife collide with eachother creating a loud “Clang” sound each time.

“ENOUGH OF THIS!”(Hyde)

Yellling out loud, Hyde then savagely, barbarically lunges at one of the two remaining knights. Using my body weight, Hyde manages to pin one of the undead knights down shoot two shots through the visor of the downed knight, leaving him lifeless...at the cost of being impaled once again.

Seeing an opportunity, the remaining knight lunges at Hyde, broadsword in hand and manages to impale me. Though not able to feel the pain experienced by Hyde, from the sluggish movement afterwards, I can tell that even “berserk mode” couldn’t stop the physical pain and trauma that comes along after combat.

However, the knight doesn’t come out unscathed, since right after the sword penetrates the boy’s first layer of armor, Hyde manages to Instantly aim the P90 at the knight’s head and shoot him dead.

“*pant*…ha…ha..heh!...I fucked up…MOTHERFUCKR!...*groan*...sorry partner…I screwed up…*Groan*”(Hyde)

Hyde then push the control of my body back to me. Slowly I then limp over to the lit up area to check the severity of my wound..

“Well ‘ow about that…Looks like I’m going to be dead once again…Thanks for that you reckless asshole…”(Mitsuha)

…

But nothing comes after that, no sarcastic replies, no nothing, the HUD in front of me displays nothing but a redish bloom that darkens every second.

“Shit…My guts are dropping out…”(Mitsuha)

I vainly try to push in the bowel intestines that have been drooping down, whilst pushing Emily’s wheel chair through the metal doors with the cross insignia.

“All right, We’ll be fine…*cough*…we’ll be fine, the medic beds are here…*groan*…We can…finally…”(Mitsuha)

As I reach down to Emily, I realize an agonizing truth, Emily though haven’t been affected by the combat between me and those three undead knights has been bleeding off from the loose bandage that I had applied.

Though through some miracle, she is still breathing but very weak and unresponsive. I limp my way over the medical bed area. Upon reaching and opening the curtains over covering the beds, faith screw me over once more. Out of the 10 medical beds that are usable, only one is still functional.

“So…It has come to this heh?”(Mitsuha)

Realizing that I don’t have a choice, I then lay Emily into the bed. After turning it on and seeing the machine working, I slowly drop down to my back, letting the darkness kicks in, carry me through the oblivion.