Injury is worsening.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell, but these weren't the inhuman gait of demons. Arthur's hearing picked up whispered conversations, the shuffle of exhausted humans climbing toward what they hoped was safety.

There is survivors coming here...

"Up here! There are survivors. A woman's voice carried through the corridor, desperate with hope.

Arthur's photon weapon continued its deadly work, energy beams carving through the latest wave of defective demons.

ZAP! ZAP!

Two more creatures dissolved into smoking husks.

Eleven shots left.

The stairwell door burst open, admitting a flood of humans that transformed the hospital floor into chaos.

Medical staff holding surgical equipment as weapons, security guards with empty weapons—all of them seeking sanctuary that didn't exist.