[Dark Elite_H2]

Slogann lifted her ear up, hearing machine gun firings. "I... Must... Help... Abe," Slogann walked drowsily. She picked up her pace, running more than walking. Her sense of smelling was going away quickly. 'It must be a symptom,' Slogann thought. The machine gun firings were getting louder, as she broke through the barriers. Abe, who was acting like a maniac, was killing and breaking down sligs everywhere in that particular room. Vykkers were running away, screaming at a high pitched voice, and inters were yelling that was muffled within their stitched mouths. "Abe!" Slogann barked, and fell down.