This isn’t good. You run down the halls of the hospital, hopping over vaults and turning corners quickly in hopes to escape the polluted looking fish chasing you and the severely damaged nurse, Arlo Flores, which you held in your arms. As you ran you held some cloth against a massive cut on Arlo’s abdomen, that prevented him from being able to move, in hopes to stop the bleeding. Arlo held his hand on top of yours, looking back at the fish killer chasing the two of you.