After finally making it through the doorway, the sound of squelching returned, louder this time.
This fight is unavoidable, Fefe realized. Even if his ability triggered, he would still need to move—drawing attention would only bring more infected. The knight could handle the fight, though.
"He's all yours," Fefe muttered.
The knight's eyes widened for a brief moment, then hardened. A flicker of determination crossed her face, as if she had been waiting for him to say it.
Fefe shuffled backward, I shouldn't be here, he thought.
The infected's grotesque limbs lunged.
Sparks went flying as the knight parried the blow. The knight lost her balance. Upon hitting the wall, the grotesque limb splattered, spreading a rotting liquid across the wall. Fefe knew the knight alone was not capable of defeating this infection.
Another blob appeared behind him.
Larger, slower, and worse.
It thudded toward the knight. Panic clawed at Fefe. He could see the knight struggling. With the 2nd blob showing up. There is no way the knight could keep up.
He could do nothing, could save no one.
Fefe froze, stomach twisting. The knight lost her balance. The limbs nicked her face. Under normal circumstances, this would be a minor injury, but since this is a breach, the infection will poison you. Fefe could only hope for the door to open.
But the door did not open.
He fell.
Through the air, Fefe painfully realized door only recognized surrender. Falling hard on the ground, Fefe realized the knight didn't fall with him. 'So I really can't save anyone,' Fefe thought. Even if he was lazy, he still wanted to save people.
A loud crash broke Fefe's thoughts.
The knight was now fighting two infected. Fefe knew he couldn't make it through alone. Fefe, grabbing his fan, thought, 'I must help, or else I am not going to make it. His muscles tensed. This was his first actual fight with an infected, but now was not the time for fear.
Fefe swiped at the 2nd infected.
He missed.
But he still distracted the action.
So the knight was able to finish it off.
Then the other Infected lunged.
Fefe dodged barely.
He swiped at the infected with his fan, cutting it.
While the infected was busy with Fefe, the knight was able to finish off the infected.
Fefe stood there, shaking.
He hadn't saved her.
He had a delayed death.
And somehow, that felt worse.