Ivan
"Duck!" I yelled, getting out of the way as the creature moved its tentacle toward us. I tried cutting it, but I wasn't fast enough. "You've got to get in front of it!"
"I got it," Wyatt nodded, rolling out from the corner he'd found before he army crawled toward me.
We'd become friends during all of this.
I'd met him during the first level, and we'd kept bumping into each other throughout the stages. He was ex-military like me, and we worked well together. Unlike me, he knew precisely why he'd come. Wyatt had an inoperable tumor. So, he was here in hopes that the sins would be able to cure him. That might seem selfish, except that his girlfriend was pregnant, and he didn't want to die, leaving his kid fatherless.
I couldn't blame him for that.
