Oh, that can't be good. Didn't they say she ripped Grace's arm earlier? Why the heck is she here? With a surprising calm, she helps John stand back up. Agnes has stopped shooting, but I don't blame her; we're surrounded by thick, dark smoke. I keep trying to get out of whatever the heck I'm stuck under. Something heavy is pinning my lower body down! And I think I re-broke my leg, too. If I can't get out of there quick, I'm going to be as dead as a rat in a nest of snakes...
"I have to... go."
I hear John mutter that, and he slowly walks down the stairs, Juliet supporting him. Seriously?! I'm not complaining since they won't finish the job and kill me, but I did not expect them to just walk out of here like that! We are not done! I groan louder and try to free myself, but they just walk
