Panic began to rise within Eli as he watched the dark tendrils form around him, hungry claws gaining strength with every second that passed. They'd nearly materialized completely, seemingly faster than the other hooks, and he began to worry that maybe no one would be coming for him at all. But Eli heard footsteps at last!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"> "Please hurry! It's getting stronger." </span>And of course it was Carter who finally rounded the corner, his eyes obviously taking in the eerie basement and the unshakable feeling that they should stay far, far away from this place and it's dreadful energy. One Carter took in the situation, it seemed he too felt a sense of urgency as he ran the length of the cracked floor. Strong arms lowered Eli to the ground, his chest bleeding heavily at their feet and Eli unable to stand fully due to injury. With the other's words, he could almost be so foolish as to believe the other man. That he shouldn't worry. He was safe for now . . .<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Thanks, I was starting think no one was comi- . . ."</span><br/><br/>But it was all a foolish delusion as he heard that thing coming back to finish what she'd started. He let Carter pull him to the stairs, but somehow Eli already knew they were too slow. The nurse's speed was unlike anything Eli had ever seen. He stumbled into his rescuer as Carter came to an abrupt stop at the stairs, but holding Eli back. And he didn't have to question why. They had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run but up the stairs to meet an agonizing fate.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fd1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net%2Fdeadbydaylight_gamepedia_en%2Fd%2Fde%2FDbd-survivor-closet.png&amp;hash=1267e47e0fb3c11a5d50d84f78ba47d7" title="Dbd-survivor-closet.png">
<img alt="Dbd-survivor-closet.png" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fd1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net%2Fdeadbydaylight_gamepedia_en%2Fd%2Fde%2FDbd-survivor-closet.png&amp;hash=1267e47e0fb3c11a5d50d84f78ba47d7" data-url="https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/deadbydaylight_gamepedia_en/d/de/Dbd-survivor-closet.png" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/>
<noscript><img alt="Dbd-survivor-closet.png" class="bbImage" data-url="https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/deadbydaylight_gamepedia_en/d/de/Dbd-survivor-closet.png" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fd1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net%2Fdeadbydaylight_gamepedia_en%2Fd%2Fde%2FDbd-survivor-closet.png&amp;hash=1267e47e0fb3c11a5d50d84f78ba47d7" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript>
</div></div>Or perhaps not all was lost as he followed Carter's gaze to one of the four cabinets in the room. Yes. Hide!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"But what about you . . . ?" </span>He whispered, shaking his head. Carter had already been seen. Eli had to have faith that the other man had some sort of plan for his own safety as he slipped inside the cabinet, a row of hatchets hanging at his back and he shuddered to think of what those might be used for. Blood ran down his side and legs and he bit down upon the sleeve of his jacket to stifle his pain. He couldn't take much in this state, praying the nurse would follow Carter away. And he felt guilty for wishing her aggression on someone else.<br/><br/>He could barely see what was happening between the slits of the locker vent, but he definitely heard Carter cry out from a very audible blow from the killer's blade, Eli feeling sick that he'd actually heard the man's flesh tear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><i>Just run!</i></span>He pleaded silently. The other man should never have come down here. He heard footsteps ascend the stairs, the screeching following. And all seemed silent for now. Timidly, Eli pushed open the locker door, holding his side, and began to sneak up the stairs . . . until his heart began to pound impossibly loud and Carter's agony cried out only meters away. Eli peered around the corner, watching the bitch lift his new friend to her shoulder and move towards the stairs. Eli made a bee line back to his locker, just latching the door shut in time as he watched her carry Carter to a hook . . . no. She dropped him onto the dusty floor. Confused, Eli wondered if maybe mercy existed in this place after all.<br/><br/>But was sorely mistaken as a bloodied hood appeared before him through the locker slats. As if she knew exactly where Eli was.