Hobbling over with his hands swaying side to side Christian's eyes became hollow, his knees bent looking to the side.
With the red liquid spewing down the side of his mouth, he looked sicker than he had before. Breathing in and out roughly he cocked his head listening to the display above.
"What happened to you Christian?" Lucas muttered.
He wasn't prepared to find him lurching toward his little brother. Shimon had done something to Christian he thought. It was time to finally protect him from this fiend he thought was family.
"Christian!" Lucas shouted.
No response, the walkie-talkie dropped from his fingertips. Lucas's brother dropped from the ducts coming at the two, swiping Christian off his feet.
Lucas darted at Christian to pick him up, he had fallen quickly into slumber. His head leaned against his chest, his body was limp.
"If you don't kill him now we will all be doomed!" The voice shouted.
