"Oh for fuck sake, leave me alone!!" Oscar cries out, still clutching his bleeding chest and pathetically firing at the mental monstrosity as he runs for his life. He's waiting and hoping for the Assaultron to fire its laser, giving them an opportunity to attack it while its guard is down but this one doesn't seem to be letting up. Property of Blake's goons, this one is probably defected and among some of the oldest models in existence. It swipes again, slashing Oscar's back and causing him to stumble through another set of doors, leading to yet another stair case. Screw hunting all the levels for friends, Oscar's getting out of here. He stumbles to the stairs, bleeding severely and holding onto the rails.

Billy continues to follow, shooting at the machine but it appears to be almost indestructible. As it's not adhering to the usual Assaultron rules, it's evident that brute force is the only thing that will take this bitch down. Either that or having the balls to get close enough to hack it but as it's not standing still, that's going to prove difficult. "Leave him alone you metal titted bitch!" Billy roars, firing his submachine into its back before it disappears through the doors with Oscar. "Erica! We need more help here!" Billy knows she's not a fan of Assaultrons but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Reuben sees this from his hiding spot and has luckily gone unnoticed. He cowers in fear and contemplates for a moment, seeing his friends run past him with Oscar clearly in a bad way and Billy calling them to arms. As terrified as he is, Reuben feels guilty for hiding away behind a bin while the others are in deadly combat. He takes a deep breath and runs to catch up with Billy, almost slipping on the trails of blood Oscar has left behind. Reuben has no idea what he's going to do or how he can be of any help but it surely must be better to have an extra hand when dealing with an Assaultron.

---

As Joshua cries out he feels embarrassed but can't help it. He has finally snapped and the floodgates are open. The fact that he'll never really get to make it official with Piper, his only options being a painful death by being split in half or slowly dying of thirst and hunger, the fact that he'll be dying so young and helpless...it's all at the forefront of his mind now no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. "I'm sorry, Erich.....I'm sorry..." he says as he weeps, apologising for not remaining strong enough. Joshua knows it must be jarring for Erich.

"Oh shut the fuck up," says a voice in the distance. The voice alone causes Joshua to turn off the waterworks immediately. He totally skips the comedown period and goes to a crying mess to being frozen in fear in the matter of a second. As he and Erich are pinned down, they can't lift their heads up to see but Joshua knows exactly who is there. The crunching of glass and rubble under boots grows louder and closer. Suddenly, Blake stands there looming over them. He's yielding a very large and threatening looking harpoon gun, proudly displaying it in his grip, holding it up to the light shining through the glass. Blake's taking his chances standing under the makeshift guillotine but he likes to live dangerously. "Isn't this delightful? Joshua Grimmie and Erich Hess pinned down and helpless. I think the stars are aligning for me once again."

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Joshua spits, the venom in his voice being highly toxic. He has no time or love for him. Joshua might be pinned down and close to death but that's not going to make him cower away from Blake. He knows that this twisted little man wants power and control. Joshua will only give him that satisfaction over his dead body and in this situation, he means it literally.

Blake chuckles and paces back and forth between the pair. "Come up here and say that. Oh wait...you can't. You can't do anything can you? You can't get up, you can't get out of here, you can't complete your mission, you can't see Piper again. Oh and you can't kill me. I heard all the things you wanted to do me, Joshua. Twisted. We'll make a raider out of you yet." Blake laughs and crouches down, ruffling Joshua's hair.

"Get away from me you fucking psychotic boot licking asshole!" Joshua hisses at him before being silenced by an almighty smack across the face from Blake which echoes across the room.

"DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!! HAVE SOME RESPECT!!" Blake stands up and shakes his hand around to relieve some of the sting in it. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Blake laughs and walks a few inches over to Erich. He looks down at him with a tilt of his head and places his foot on his chest. Blake presses his boot down onto Erich just enough to cause some intimidating pressure but not as a means of causing pain. "How's it hanging, Hess? Making friends?"

As Erica kicks the Assaultron, the machine falls forward and impales Oscar with its bladed arm. It pierces his chest, through his back and out the other side. As the robot stumbles, Oscar falls to his knees and spits up blood while remaining on the huge blade. Before it has time to withdraw the blade, Billy hops onto the Assaulton's back and quickly gets to work on overriding it's controls. He's never worked so fast in his life nor felt as nervous. Billy's heart races like a train as he reworks the circuits knowing that this thing can turn around and splice him in two at any second. Once he's successful in initiating self destruct, Billy looks over its shoulder to the bleeding Oscar. "I'm sorry, Oz..." Billy immediately turns away, not wanting to dwell on the situation. "GET BACK!!" he commands Reuben and Erica.

Reuben takes hold of Erica and runs with her, fearing that she might go rouge or become self destructive herself. She may be angry at the bot for fatally wounding Oscar or she may be angry at herself for kicking it into him. Either way, Reuben doesn't want to risk his favourite person doing something stupid so he takes it upon himself to direct her away from the blast. He's surprisingly strong when needed, practically picking Erica up off her feet.

As the robot burns up and rattles, Billy holds a door open for his remaining two companions. As the numbers dwindle, it's starting to feel like a sadistic game show like in that episode of Doctor Who. The floors rattle and the bang causes a ringing in the ears. Even Reuben is experiencing discomfort from the sounds of exploding metal.

"Are you OK?" Reuben softly asks Erica, keeping an arm around.

Billy remains silent, looking lost in his thoughts. It's clear that he's thinking about the loss of Oscar, someone who, despite all of the clashing, has always been there. Now...obliterated.

---

"Friends? There are no real friends in the wasteland, Erich. It's just a bunch of people using you so they have a place to sleep and a preferably Deathclaw-proof roof above their heads. Everyone is waiting to screw you over. As soon as a better offer comes along, they ditch you...maybe even try to kill you," Blake shrugs and takes his boot off of Erich. He looks around the room, purposely kicking pieces of dirt over Erich and Joshua as he turns around in a little circle. The looming serrated glass captures his attention and he lets out a little laugh. "Wow. That really is a thing of beauty. The way it's cut, the way it catches the light, the way it'll tear through your torsos like a hot knife through butter. Amazing. Should I give it a nudge?"

"Why? You gonna lay under it with us? Asshole," Joshua butts in, getting straight to the point and making his feelings clear. He can't fake niceties like Erich. If Joshua can't physically tear Blake a new one, he'll let his words do it.

"You're sounding a little dry and husky there Joshua..." Blake begins as he takes his backpack off from over his shoulder. He rummages around and produces a carton of dirty water. "You need to stay hydrated!" Blake pops it open and starts to pour the dirty water over Joshua's face. Joshua coughs and turns his head from side to side, feeling like he's drowning with the contents splashing over his face and going up his nose while being pinned. Blake keeps going under the carton is empty, throwing it at Erich when he's finished. Before he has time to make another sarcastic remark to Joshua, a muffled boom is heard. The glass rattles and Blake makes sure to step away, standing behind Erich's head for safety just in case. Unbeknownst to them, it is the explosion of the Assaultron and Oscar that's heard. "Oooh...seems like something's close! I think someone else wants to join our little party."

"It wasn't our fault, it wasn't our fault..." Billy says in a shaken voice as he puts an arm around Erica. Between her pushing the robot into Oscar and Billy detonating them, the pair have enough guilt to share and may be facing a lifetime of night terrors regarding this moment but they can't dwell on this. They can't beat themselves up. Enemies are still at large, friends are still missing and there's an exit that still needs to be located. The show must go on. "We tried our best," Billy says, looking down at the bullet ridden concrete as he tries to fake some confidence and enforce some reassurance. His eyes dart around from his feet, to Erica, to Reuben, to the ceiling, anywhere apart from the smouldering remains of Oscar and the Assaultron. "Come on, we have to stick together..."

Billy ushers Reuben in and they proceed downstairs in a sort of huddle with Erica in the middle. Unbeknownst to them, with Joshua and Erich trapped and all the others on the outside, they are the only three still walking about this huge building with enemies around every corner. They're the most vulnerable and have to stick together. The threesome carefully step over the chaos. "Are you...you want...?" Reuben asks, holding out a pipe revolver pistol to Erica. He witnessed her go through a plethora of bullets before smashing up her rifle. She may be in need of a new albeit less impressive weapon. "Oh..." Reuben stops in his tracks and screws up his face as they hit the next level. The smell is heavy and choking. A mixture of dust and dampness fills the air. It's clearly been disturbed by the blast.

"Smells like a lot of chaos ensued here. Reuben, Erica...keep your wits about you," Billy commands as he edges forward slightly, gently breaking away from their safe huddle formation. While the events of Oscar's demise is preying on his mind, he has to subdue it and step up to the plate. It's time to be a leader again.

---

"Blake just fuck off...just fuck right off," Joshua says in a hoarse voice. He doesn't want his last moments on Earth to be wasted on some villainous spiel by this wet cabbage of a man. Time is ticking and Joshua's not impressed. "Can you just save it? We get it. You're an asshole. You're bad. You have a fucking chip on your shoulder. Can you either kill us or leave? I want this over with. It's boring me. It's so easy to be the bad guy and...you can't even succeed at that! We don't fear you, we roll our eyes at you. You're a moron." Joshua knows that Blake is lording over them to show off his power in the hope that they'll beg for their lives. He's not giving him that satisfaction. People like Blake thrive on fear and power.

Blake scoffs and chuckles at Joshua's remarks before leaning on the pillar that's pinning Joshua down. Fortunately, Joshua is rather numb so he does not feel the pain and pressure of the added weight. "I didn't succeed? That's rich coming from you. Guess what, Joshy? YOU DIDN'T SAVE THE WORLD! There are no statues or shrines dedicated to you and I know how badly you wanted that so. You couldn't save the poor, you couldn't save the gays, you couldn't save America...you couldn't even save your own sister," Blake shrugs and pouts in mock sadness. Hitting people where it hurts has become Blake's forte.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" Joshua spits, squirming around as if he'll suddenly muster up the super human strength needed to lift up this pillar and launch it at Blake. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU FUCKING MICK JONES SYNTH REJECT LOOKING ASSHOLE!!"

Blake pretends to yawn and looks over at Erich, grasping his harpoon gun and holding it up to the light. "Shall we kill him now and shut him up or see how far we can wind him up first?". Blake hops off of the pillar and walks over to Erich, tilting his head and viewing his current situation. It's clear that Erich is under less rubble than Joshua and is more likely to wriggle free despite the odds still being slim. He'll have to keep an eye on him. "It's pretty much over for Joshy but I could help you out of your situation. What's your freedom worth?"

As they enter the new floor, Billy slowly nudges the first door they see with his foot, gingerly opening it. They're greeted with yet another disused office. It's a pretty drab and pedestrian space but Billy seems intrigued. Aiming his gun, he inches forward into the room and heads straight for the window. The glass is severely shattered but the iron bars on the outside remain intact, keeping them in their prison. "Yes!" Billy says with glee as he looks through the bars. "We're on the first floor. We just need to locate the next flight of stairs and then we're fucking out of here!" It's been a long time coming and he thought it was a lost cause for the longest time. He never wanted to admit it to the others but he believed they'd meet their maker at the hands of a mutant in here. Seeing that they only have one level to go is a real pinch yourself moment. "Come on!"

Reuben backs out of the room, leading the others out back into the corridor. The road ahead seems treacherous however. Beams and wires hang from the ceiling, the floors make a God awful noise with each step, dust is nipping eyes and clogging airways while an eerie silence fills the level. It's a deathtrap that's clearly been affected by a blast or seven. "Ewww..." Reuben grimaces as he steps over the decapitated corpse of a mutant hound. He slips on some of the blood, falling on his ass with a girly scream. He scrambles back to his feet, looking completely horrified. "Ahh, fucking hell!!". He must have been feeling the terror as Reuben never cusses. He winces and wipes his bloodied hands on the wall.

"Watch your step there, Reu," Billy says sarcastically in a tone drier than the air down here. He's about to laugh but immediately throws his guard back up and raises his gun. "Shhhh!" he commands, leaning against the wall and listening intently. "Hear that?". A couple of muffles male voices are heard coming from...somewhere. One of them, albeit quiet and distance, sounds horrifyingly familiar. "Is that...is that...Blake's voice?". Suddenly, Billy isn't feeling too perky.

---

Just a few feet away, Blake and the others continue their verbal jousting in one of the dilapidated rooms. "I'm giving you a choice, Erich. I could leave you here to either starve, get split in half or eaten by molerats or you can join a winning side with me and we can both get out of here. A slow death or freedom? I know what I'd choose."

Joshua lets out an exaggerated laugh, mocking Blake for all he can. "You recruiting now?? Winning team?? What fucking team?! Everyone is dead, Blake. There's no team or agenda now. Face it, you have no plan and you're scared. You know your way around this place more than anyone else and you're still lingering in the dark? Your guys are either dead or have ran for the hills. You have no idea what the fuck you're doing now. Is that why you're keeping us around...hoping you'll form a little friendship with us and we'll end up feeling sorry for you?"

"No, I-" Blake begins but is cut off by Joshua as quickly as he started.

"You've pissed off the Minutemen, you've pissed off the Brotherhood, you've stole from Gunners and word is going to get out about what you and your twisted crew have been up to. You're finished, Blake. What's this plan of yours, huh?" Joshua potentially has minutes left on the Earth and he's not spending it as a victim. As long as he can still speak, he's going to tear into this man.

"My plan is to survive. That's always the plan, Joshy," Blake says standing up and walking towards Joshua, drawing all sorts of daggers at him. "It's a shame you're not part of the plan!" Blake swings his leg and boots Joshua in the chest before proceeding to stomp on him repeatedly. "WHAT DID I SAY TO YOU ABOUT HOW YOU ADDRESS ME?!" he yells through gritted teeth, laying his heavy boots into Joshua. Blake takes a deep breath and composes himself before sitting down on the fallen pillar. Joshua is right, Blake has no plan and is losing it.

Joshua starts coughing violently after Blake's assault and it's not too long before blood starts to come up. He turns to Erich, reaching his hand out for him again. Joshua's nose begins to bleed too, showing signs of internal damage.

"Pathetic..." Blake says quietly as he watches Joshua feebly reach for Erich.

Billy sighs softly and has to stop himself from rolling his eyes in front of Erica. It's not how he wanted to handle things. While Blake deserves to die horribly and the sooner the better, Billy still wanted time to prepare and formulate a plan. There's no telling how armed and protected Blake is. They also don't have him in sight and he can easily slip away now that he knows he's been found. Billy wanted to take the stealthy approach but it's too late now. Erica's brazenness has forced them to do things the heavy-handed and direct way. "Right..." Billy says, switching from his pistol to his rifle. "Let's get this son of a cunt!" With that, Billy charges down the corridor in the direction of the voice.

Reuben shuffles behind in his bloody shoes, not wanting to risk falling again. He's terrified and has no idea what their plan is but his adrenaline is pumping and he's in survival mode. He knows that in order to get out of here, some bones have to break and more blood has to spill. After surviving Blake's torment, the explosion upstairs, attacks by mutants, hounds, raiders and an assaultron as well as witnessing what happened to Oscar, Reuben's shell is hardening. He's still a very sensitive soul but no longer wishes to bury his head in the sand. "What is the plan, Billy?" he asks, holding his gun in a shaky hand.

"I...have no fucking idea..." Billy confesses, heading in the direction of the voice. Blake obviously stops so they can no longer track him. "Hello!?" Billy calls out, swinging around with his gun in case someone decides to pop out and launch an attack. "Come out whoever and wherever the fuck you are!"

Blake puts his fingers on his lips, telling Erich and Joshua to stay quiet as if that'll ever happen. He keeps his harpoon close to his chest when he hears the voices of Erica and Billy. "We've got company," Blake says with a grin. It's been a while since he's shot an able bodied person down. With an evil smirk on his face, he winks at Erich and Joshua before stepping back, under the panel of glass and off into the dark ruins of the building.

"HEL-" Joshua starts to call out before his voice cracks and he erupts into a fit of bloody coughs. While he may not be able to get his words out, his coughing is still loud enough for the others to hear and follow.

Billy hears the cry and springs into action, heading down to the left and towards a door frame which is partially barricaded by rubble. "Hello?!" he calls out again, carefully stepping up to a space between the debris. He turns back to face Erica and Reuben. "I think that's one of our guys in there. Help me move this shit out the way."

After clearing the rubble out of the way, Billy crouches and shuffles forward into the room, making sure to remain low to minimise the risk of being struck by a projectile. Blake is around. Somewhere. Once his eyes adjust to the darkness, he sees the state of Erich and Joshua as well as the room. "Holy fuck! Stupid question but are guys alright?" He crouches down next to Erich before looking up, having to do a double take as he catches sight of the huge panel of glass looming above them all. "Fucking hell!" he blurts out in disbelief. Billy looks over at Joshua then back at Erich. "How's he?" Billy asks in a low voice. He can already see that Joshua is in a bad way and will take a lot more time and effort to free than it will Erich.

Reuben enters the room with Erica, keeping guard with his gun. If he's going to shoot a person best believe it'll be Blake. He shuffles around, keeping close to Erica and often feeling things with his hands. Being deaf and entering a pitch black room is really disorienting for him, cutting off more of his senses. Reuben makes no qualms about it though as this isn't about him.

Billy sees Reuben struggling and decides to ease things up for him. "Reu, you help Erich out. Erica and I will help Joshy," he says with a smile, knowing that it'll be an easier task for Reuben as Erich is much closer to the light of the corridor and is under less debris. "We've got some catching up to do after this," Billy smirks, rubbing some dust off of Erich's forehead before getting up to aid Joshua.

Joshua continues to cough, extending his arms out for Billy and Erica as if he's wanting a hug or to be lifted up like an infant. He just wants some contact after all this time feeling isolated and hopeless. "We're here now, Joshua," Billy says in a soft voice, giving him a very delicate hug in fear of hurting him. He's in bad shape.

"B-Blake...he went over there..." Joshua says in a panic before coughing violently again, still pointing in the direction of his captor to warn them.

Billy sighs and looks over his shoulder. "We'll deal with him, don't worry. He's at the top of all our hit lists. There's an entire team of us and one of him," Billy says reassuringly before looking over Joshua and assessing the situation. When he sees the huge pillar laying over his waist and the pool of blood seeping from under it, Billy's heart sinks. He takes that into account when he sees the amount of blood coming up from Joshua's throat and down from his nose. There's internal bleeding and in these days, nothing can really be done about that. He sighs and looks over at Erica, waiting to see what she makes of the situation.

Reuben offers out a gumdrop to Erich.

Billy holds his head in his hands for a moment, trying his best to process everything and keep a cool head. Getting Joshua out is going to be a difficult task and one which may not be fruitful. There's no telling how bad he is under the pillar and with signs of internal bleeding, his fate is pretty much sealed. There's a high chance of Joshua dying within the next few minutes and Billy doesn't know whether just putting him out of his misery or giving him a little while longer to live in pain is the best option.

Before Billy gets to speak, Joshua nods and coughs as he hears Erica's plan. He wants out of here. "Yeah-y-yeah...please....please help me out of here..." he pleads, keeping his arms extended for more embraces. Joshua isn't stupid. He knows that his number is pretty much up but he'll be damned if laying down helpless is how he goes.

"OK, mate..." Billy says softly, giving Joshua's hand a stroke. "We'll get you out of here in no time." Billy has always felt somewhat paternal to Joshua. Back in the old world, he used to manage him since he was 16. He is so proud of what Joshua achieved and the amazing young man he grew to be. They're both opinionated and stubborn as hell, often clashing a lot but Billy always admires that in a person. Not many people have the balls to challenge Billy but Joshua? He'd lecture absolutely anyone if he felt that he was right or hard done by. He once got into a heated debate with Gordon Ramsay over a lobster roll. It was quite something.

Reuben begins to lift the rubble off of Erich, gingerly clearing off the smaller and easier portions first. He's surprisingly strong given his sheepish demeanor, lifting sections of concrete up and away with ease. "How you feel?" he asks, kicking some of the debris off to the side. All that is left to remove is a large table top which is sprawled across Erich's legs, keeping him pinned down. Reuben bends down and grabs an edge of the surface. "One...two...three...". Reuben grunts and begins to lift the table but a terrifying cracking noise fills the room before an extremely loud scraping follows. By moving the table, it's caused a ripple effect on the rubble and disturbed the glass. The huge panel comes sliding down a good five feet before locking into place again.

"FUUUUCKKK!!!" Joshua calls out as he can see it coming down towards them from his ground viewpoint.

"Holy shit!!!" Billy yells in suit as he turns to look up. He throws himself down onto the ground, trying to get as low as possible. When it stops mid-air, Billy tries his best to compose himself, clutching his chest as he catches his breath and feels his heart racing. He looks over and sees a terrified Reuben, holding a large table top at a 45 degree angle. By keeping it still, he's holding the glass in place. "Reuben...you're going to have to stay there. Do not move and inch, OK? Disturbing the mess is loosening that glass." Billy shuffles around on his butt, remaining low and on the floor. He surveys the scene. Joshua is still trapped, Reuben can't hold that thing forever, Erich might not have the power to walk and he and Erica are stuck at the furthest end of the room. It's a dilemma indeed. "Erich, can you wriggle out of that gap? Erica and I are gonna help Joshua. Are you able to get over here and lend a hand?"

"Just go..." Joshua says, looking up at the ceiling and sounding terrified yet defeated.

"What?" Billy asks in concern and disbelief. He knows that getting at least four people out of here rather than killing all five is the more sensible thing to do but it's still so...tragic. "Joshua...we're not leaving you, man. You're not...you aren't staying down here. We'll get you out. It's going to be tricky but we'll get you out of here."

"I'm dying. I can feel it. I've tried to fight this all night but there's no avoiding it now," Joshua says as a tear falls from his left eye. He stays staring up above him rather than giving anyone eye contact. He knows that will just set him off. "Don't play the hero. It gets you in places like this. Go, save yourselves and just...live. Be fucking happy. Go and love who you want to love, do what you want to do. Time is slipping away...don't waste it on someone who wasted his own." Joshua bites his bottom lip and fights back more tears as he can practically feel the final curtain closing. "Been a crazy life, huh?"

Reuben closes his eyes and lets a few tears run down his face. His legs tremble and he can feel himself becoming lightheaded as the fear and pressure sets in. One wrong move from him and they could all die a horrible death. Everyone is counting on him to hold the table in place and stay still so not to disturb any more of the rubble. He keeps his eyes closed and tries to block everything out, remaining as centred and focused as he possibly can.

Billy can't help but smile when he sees Erich back up and on his feet. His heart might be racing at an alarming pace and he could potentially be split in two by a huge panel of serrated glass but Billy still feels an undercurrent of glee flow throughout his body. It's no secret that Billy has a thing for Erich and he's glad to see that he's fine, for now. "I think that's payback for the wobbly legs you gave me a couple nights ago," Billy jokes, trying to keep the morale up. His adrenaline is rushing and he's very aware of how against the clock they are.

"I knew you'd get out..." Joshua says in a quiet voice, smiling softly up at Erich. He's definitely made a new friend for life, regardless of how much of it he has left. The bond of a near death experienced coupled with being trapped together for hours and sharing a common hatred for the same man is a bond that cannot be broken. He tilts his head as if gesturing to Erich for him to come closer so that he can whisper. "Can you...when...when you get out of here...if you o-or the others go back to Diamond City...keep l-looking into the Mayor for me. The City isn't as safe as you think..." Joshua pleads in a hoarse yet breathy voice before reaching his hand out to hold Erich's again. He's freezing and caked in blood and dust but the contact makes him feel better.

Billy tries his best not to listen in, fearing he'll get too emotional hearing Joshua's possible final words. He wants to remain positive and upbeat for him. "Right guys, you helping me move this then?" he asks, positioning himself over the pillar that has been pinning Joshua down all this time.

With everyone getting into position, Billy's blood runs cold as he hears the crackle of debris under someone's foot from the far end of the room. They aren't alone.

Joshua's eyes widen as he hears it too. He looks up at his friends and silently mouths, "Go!", wanting to save them before it's too late.

Although the events take place in a matter of seconds, everything plays out in slow motion for Billy. Everything somehow manages to be dragged out yet seem like a blur simultaneously. It is a true outer body experience. Being in a compromising position while facing the possibility of death does strange things to a person's mind. Survival mode and self preservation kicks in. Decisions are made in a heartbeat while actions are carried out quicker. While wanting to be there for Joshua and hating himself for the decision he's making, it has to be done. "RUN!!" he commands Erich and Erica, giving Erich a push forward and grabbing Erica by the wrist behind him.

A quick glimpse over reveals Blake standing at the far end of the room on the opposite side of the glass panel. He doesn't linger, leaving the group no other choice but the act fast. Blake aims his harpoon gun up in the air at a 45 degree angle, targeting the upper regions of the serrated glass. It's clear what his intentions are. If the panel isn't going to fall itself, he'll speed the proceedings up himself.

Billy sprints across the rubble, buckling his ankle but he has no time to register the discomfort. He continues to shove Erich forward and pull Erica in tow towards the opening in the wall which they came through. His heart twinges again briefly as they pass Reuben who is still stood holding a huge table top and trying to stop everything from dismantling. There's no time to grab him. They just have to hope for the best. They barely reach the exit before a bloodcurdling scream erupts and shit truly hits the fan.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Joshua bellows at a volume you'd expect from a terrified young man about to die. The swishing of Blake's fired harpoon is heard before the loud shattering of the glass. The horrific sounds pile up in quick succession and the final blow is a horrific, deafening and stomach-churning bursting sound followed by an emphatic shattering and spraying of blood. Joshua's screaming is abruptly silenced.

After the panel collapses and a few more pieces of debris hits the ground, everything bar the thumping sounds of heartbeats in ears falls silent. That is until Billy looks back to check on the situation and begins to wretch and gag. "OH MY-!!" Billy gags loudly, covering his mouth and turning away. "Don't...don't...don't look..." but of course, a statement like that only causes intrigue.

Reuben, now shielding himself under the table and clusters of concrete, peers out from his makeshift shelter and audibly gasps at the sight. A huge slab of glass stands in the room, impaled into the floor and is completely covered in blood. Forget a little spray or splat, the entire panel is doused in red and smeared with innards. The surrounding floor is decorated in a similar fashion with chunks of flesh, clothing and guts swimming in a dark red river. The glass didn't just slice Joshua. With the sheer weight of it, the force it came down with and the pressure on his soft body, it burst him like a balloon.

Billy looks down at his shaking hand and sees that it's covered in blood spray from the carnage. He can feel himself tearing up and trembling frantically as the shock sets in. Joshua's life was just taken from him in the most brutal and undeserving way. He turns to Erich, knowing that the pair had bonded down here. "E-Erich....I....I....". He's lost for words.