Everything was quiet for a moment. It reminded him of space mining, how he was all alone with his thoughts. It reminded him of how alone he really was. God...

Eli stumbled forwards, leaving a blood streak on the wall he had been leaning on. He managed to catch himself before smashing into a table, gripping the side of it with all his strength to get steady. His shirt was damp with crimson, and he knew he had suffered internal injuries from the big baddy. Took it down in style though...only problem was now the lil' ones were going in to finish what was started.

Eli raised his gun hand and coughed violently against the back of it. More blood. How much more did he have left to bleed? What a fuckin' way to go...here he thought the woman would be the end of him.

He allowed himself a subtle smirk as he collapsed onto a computer chair and spun to face the room entrance. Black could hear them now. Dozens, maybe. Little bastards were ready for a full course meal out of him. Aw, if only things would be so easy...

The ex con strained to focus his eyes on the entrance, lazily raising his pistol forwards.
"Come n' get it...'cause I'm all outta cigarettes n' I'm gettin' tired of hide n' seek..." Eli growled, tightening his grip on his weapon.

He thought about them for a moment. His cousin, the rock doc, the boss, and her...thought about them one last time before the first ugly popped its head into view. Eli lodged a bullet into its pretty little head, adjusting to fire at the next and the one after. After two minutes of gunfire, shouts, and struggle, everything returned to silence.

Just like his mining days.