It's all your fault. You turn around yet again and grab hold of the door frame. Maybe what happened tonight was beyond your control, but it was you who brought all these people together and you’ll be damned if you abandon even one of them to these devils. Not if you can help it. Steeling yourself for whatever may lie ahead, you pull yourself inside.
***
The lab, Klaus’s former hobby room for his toy railway, is in fairly good shape, all things considered. Parts of the equipment that was placed on the table in the centre have fallen to the ground and a few test tubes are broken, their content spilled. The most damage, however, has been done to the modelled line of hills, which had been too bulky to fit through the door and is now leaning at the wall on the other side of the room. In front of it, lying face down in a considerable large pool of blood, you recognize the former student you had been chasing. More to the right, closer to the table, you see Ulrike, most likely unconscious. Her attacker, his hands still mercilessly squeezing her throat, is kneeling next to her and has his back turned towards you. There is a splotch on the back of his head, roughly the size of a fist. It's a grotesque mixture of red strands, dissolving skin tissue, bone and brain matter, all covered in a transparent, slightly greenish substance that you think is pulsating.
You look down on the floor. Stomach acid is burning its way up your gullet and it’s probably only thanks to the connection between your hand and the door frame that you remain standing. Your headache has faded, which can’t be a good sign. The stench must be starting to numb your senses. You need to do something and fast. As if on cue, you spot the bronze trophy lying only one step away from you. When you lean down to pick it up, you catch a short glimpse of Doctor Hansen’s shoes sticking out behind the door. No time for distractions. A plan is forming in your mind as you sneak up on the gigantic figure before you. Your breathing must be as loud as a steam engine by now, but you manage to get close enough for a good swing. You just pray that this will hurt.
Listening to the noise that is produced when marble hits brain is an experience that you will not forget in your lifetime, little as there may be left. It's hard to say whether the intimate view into someone's inner life just a second ago or the sight of Erwin's eyes that are staring through you now is more disturbing. His tortured visage reminds you of a fish that is gasping for air. Several red spots are forming on his chest where Ulrike must have stabbed him but his wounds seem to be of little effect as he begins to stand up.
So much for the heroic part of your plan. You let go of the cup and back off, back to the door. Now that you've got the creature's attention, you should be able to lure it away from Ulrike, if the overdose of adrenaline doesn't kill you first. Everything turns into a blur as you stumble back into the hallway and towards the staircase, hunted by the arrhythmic sound of footsteps behind you. Only as it becomes apparent that you'll need to catch your breath before you can even hope to get up these stairs, you dare to take a quick glance over the shoulder. Surprisingly enough, the creature has fallen behind as Erwin's body is shaken by erratic spasms, but it is steadily closing in on you. Going up turns out to be a painfully slow process and you can almost feel how your initial head start is shrinking during every step of the way. You arrive upstairs with the creature in hot pursuit when a loud bang from the cellar door, followed by the noise of something heavy tumbling down the stairs, brings your chase to an unexpected end. You turn around to see Winfried leaning against the door. He's holding a bloodied piece of tablecloth at his neck and doesn't make the impression as if he'll be able to stand there for much longer. Seeing as you're freshly out of good ideas, you simply grab one of his arms and put it around your shoulder. The exit isn't far.
A sudden explosion rocks the house and almost knocks you both off your feet. One of the porcelain plates drops from the wall and breaks, quiet soundly, which serves as a little acoustic diversion from the loud ringing in your ears. The walls around you appear to bend a few notable degrees. It is during this brief, terrifying moment in which the entire world seems to go under that you crash through the front door.
The outside greets you with a cold breeze which bites at your face but at least the fresh air is helping you to clear your head. Many of the basement windows in sight are lit by dancing flames, a growing inferno where the lab should be.
Oh God, Ulrike.
Change of plan. You point to the parking lot with your free hand and the two of you begin to drag each other into the general direction. The electric light goes out when you're about halfway there, further hindering your progress. You almost slip on the frozen ground but Winfried somehow manages to catch you before you can fall, which makes you wonder who is supporting whom here. Hardly two minutes pass, after you finally made it back to your vehicle, before you get the engine up and running. As you are reversing your car, you make the mistake of actually looking into the driving mirror. In the light of the night, you can make out the outlines of a large man who is, clumsily but stubbornly, following you down the path, his head twisted in an unnatural angle.
You put the pedal to the metal.
***
There must be a guardian angel watching over you. Otherwise there is no way you could have survived these treacherous roads while coughing your lungs out. Now that you're sitting here in the darkness, in the middle of a field at the foot of the mountain, many of those recent events seem almost surreal. Your trembling fingers reach for the inhaler in your pocket. There have been no signs of any pursuers yet but it can't be long before-
Breathe.
The headache has returned though not in full force, thankfully. Your train of thought is back on track. Blind panic isn't going to help you and certainly not your fellow passenger. You throw a concerned look at the man on the back-seat. Winfried hasn't uttered a single word during your whole escape. You just wish you could see if he's still awake. So far he didn't react when you tried to talk with him. Bringing him to a hospital would be the obvious course of action but that is a path which is no longer available to you. Driving back home is also out of question. There's only one place that you can think of, a small apartment that you've purchased in secret for such an occasion. You never got a chance to tell anyone about it, so it should be safe although you didn't expect that you would need to use it so soon.
Winfried moans as you set the car in motion. Hopefully, there is enough time left for him.
***
One hour later, inside the apartment’s bedroom. You've done all you could for Winfried, which wasn't much. Some fresh bandages and a resting place was all you could provide for him. The heavy blood loss combined with all his previous ills has left the man in such a weakened state that you fear that he'll not live through the night. You are getting anxious again when you imagine that you may be forced to share these premises with a corpse. Some methodical thinking is in order. First, before you can create all these horror scenarios in your head, you should hide your car in the garage, if you don't want your escape to become a very brief one. You are about to leave the room when Winfried's faint voice calls out to you from the bed.
“Paul.”
You rush over and sit down next to him. He's staring at the naked light bulb above you as his mouth is trying to form the words.
“I,” he swallows, apparently concentrating really hard. “I...”
“Ist schon gut.” [It's all right.] You start to pad his shoulder. “Shhh, ganz ruhig.” [Shhh, stay calm.]
Winfried has closed his eyes. Whether he finally passed out or if he's just collecting strength for a second attempt you can't tell. You shift your attention to the window and the calm night life outside.
Nothing is all right. Even if he really does survive and gets better again, what you still sincerely hope, it doesn't change the fact that the two of you are marked men. They'll be after you, the police, the newcomers, everyone. What can you possibly do? Hide until the dust settles? You've got enough food stored away for maybe a month, even some disguises and money to get more if necessary, but you doubt that they'll need long to find you here. Running away, maybe? But where should you run to? These bloody creature are every-
The thought that you never actually told Winfried your first name enters your mind just seconds too late. Strong arms grab you from behind and you find yourself in a stranglehold that you can’t escape. You gasp as the grip around your throat tightens. For the second time tonight you lose consciousness.