~~AMNESIA'S REVENGE~~

The door rose up and the rest of the room lit up.  Barrels were ALL over the place.

The screeching stopped and the most horrifying creature walked out.

"Du har att vara jävla skämta!"  Felix yelled in Swedish.

The creature...was too horrifying to describe, which is why the author was kind enough to show you a picture.

Jerome's eyes widened in disgust and horror.  This had to be the most terrifying thing he's seen yet.

The creature turned towards Felix.  Felix clutched his head and groaned, almost falling to his knees.

Mark flinched as well.  "Oh God...the Amnesia Grunt....  That thing drains your sanity like there's no tomorrow if it sees you.  You have to hide, but Felix hates barrels."

Felix looked up to see the grunt thing charging at him.  He yelped and ducked out of the way.

The grunt, though stupid it looked, swiped at him with his knife claw.  It whacked him in the back.

Felix cried out and fell headfirst into the side of a barrel, nearly knocking him out.

He sat up, dazed from both headbutting the barrel and blood loss, and halfway frowned as the grunt stared at him and screeched.  He screamed as the sound-barrier-breaking sounds went through his head.

The grunt charged at him and thrust his knife claw through his chest.

Felix stiffened and coughed up some blood, wincing.

The grunt slowly pulled out his claw and somehow smirked slightly as the life left Felix's eyes.

The grunt released one final victory screech that shook both rooms slightly before going back through the gate, the gate closing behind it.

12 innocents remained.

But not all 12 would be innocent for long....