A dreadful fear of dying, like you have never experienced before, shakes you with a sickening shiver. Impassive nonetheless, you walk forward in the mist at a resigned pace. Not a single noise comes to disturb the night haze except the sucking sound that your feet make as they pull out of the mud.

At any time, he may suddenly appear in front of you, and then... But determination does not give way to panic. The cadenced and slow strides that you have assigned yourself give to these moments, that you have all the reasons to believe to be the last, a steady clockwork rhythm.

You are actually like a machine and your mind looses focus gradually, easing at once its weight about the idea of dying. So much so that five minutes later, it is as if you were woken up by your own numbness. Where is he ? Where are you ? These questions are not so acute anymore. Maybe it is only these stairs going up through the rock that have woken you up...

You understand all too well what you have to do. That is to show all the creatures of this place that you are ready to stand up for yourself, even if it is not on claws or on hoofs !

As you are on the stairs, you incidentally see another one coming up towards you with a chopper in his hand. Little pressure on your automatic weapon's trigger and he collapses on the steps. You stride over him and carry on your way at good pace. Once at the bottom, you walk without timidity, with a firm arm.

You are one of a kind ! Is he coming towards you, that ogre with unclear intentions ? Not for long... You empty the rest of the clip on him.

He collapsed with all his weight two steps away from you, shaking the mud with a wave of thick lapping. You forgot to take a spare clip though. Never mind ! Since a zombie, with all the same equivocal intentions, is coming your way, you think it is time to inaugurate the shotgun.

As you look up again, a huge and tousled figure is staring at you from afar. It seems to be waiting for you. And it is right to do so ! Because it is time for its round. You have already walked thirty steps. The chap looks sturdy ; it is out of question to go any closer ! His sardonic grin is somehow taunting your confidence.

And you have seen that guy before, haven't you. Bobo ? Gogo ? You can not quite put a name on that lunar complexion face. All you know is that he is not of the best intentions towards you. You discharge happily your shotgun on him.

Some pleasure, all the same ! But soon, your magazine is empty and he hasn't gone down.

You have one cartridge left...
Get it over with !

Puzzled at first, you can hear a hollow snigger slip out from between his teeth. Your legs turn into jelly as you realise that now is his time to unwind... at your expense.

But those three old magpies have decided that it was not time to cut your life thread yet.

With a swollen face, your mouth full of blood, broken ribs and your stomach upside down, you therefore go on your way in the underground vapours. As you slowly come round, you see before you the columns of a huge imperial palace.

Nobody guards the entrance and a wind of desolation blows through the place. Coiling clamps crown delightfully the openings of the building. Behind you though, the haze is taking a purple shade. Thunderbolts cross the infernal sky. Over there, Limbo becomes a proper swamp.