You never thought you'd be here, the air was thick with smoke, guttural snarls of the monsters filled the room. Their silhouettes twisted through the darkness filled room, then your back hit the wall.

Steve immediately went to stand in front of you, his chest heaving. His blood soaked through his shirt from his shoulder. He looked pale, sweat clinged to his forehead but he still didn't back down.

His grip tightened around the handle of the bat, screws pointed out from it. "I've got this," he said, voice hoarse.

"Steve," you said, stepping forward, panic clawing up your throat. "You're hurt."

He turned his head slightly to look at you, his eyes blown out and wide. His lip was split and there was blood on his teeth while he grinned at you.

"Yeah," he breathed, half laughing. "But I look good doing it, right?"