cracked and the goggles shattered so he removes it and drops it to the floor. He only has his sword now but for the time being he is out of the reach of the drones. Ignoring the pain in his ribs and back from the injuries he sustained in the last fight, and the damage he had already been dealing with, he stumbles up the stairs blindly, using onto the soft glow of a light from above as a guide.

Broken ribs were becoming common and he wonders if he’d be nothing but a leaking skin bag of powder at this stage if it wasn’t for the virus in his blood. He drives on quickly, his destination is the 7th floor and he doesn’t want to waste any time getting there.

Dylan celebrates with a cheer to himself as he finally hits the button to call the