One last ghoul goes down under my attacks before I hear a strange yet familiar rumbling sound coming from the streets up above, and as I gaze up above at the openings on the walls I manage to see three spotlights approaching at rapid speed, the wheels barely touching the ground as they do not slow down even they pass over uneven parts of the floor, and I soon understand the hurry when I look over the walls.
The doors… they are closing in, half-closed already in fact, and still they push forward even faster at the sight of the metal doors, and expecting their bodies to be chopped off in half I watch as they get closer, then closer, only to turn the motorcycles to the side and pass by a smidge, some even rasping the metal along the floor and crisscrossing the vehicle with markings, and yet they seem unaffected by not only the incredible feat but for the almost death experience.
