Enel strolled casually through the cavernous path, finishing his cigar with a final drag just as he approached the others. Flicking the butt aside, he exhaled the smoke in a steady stream, as calm and collected as ever.
Meanwhile, Allison, Lana, and the men of the plane had been locked in a grueling battle with the zombified horde. Blood and sweat matted their bodies, and their breathing was heavy. Just as they had begun to fear the tide might overwhelm them, the creatures suddenly froze mid-attack, their bodies stiffening unnaturally before collapsing to the ground in lifeless heaps.
The group looked at one another, relief mixing with unease. None of them dared venture toward the molten core where Enel had disappeared. The heat radiating from that place was unbearable even from a distance. They knew entering it would be suicide.
