The man struggled inside the distended belly of woman he once thought to be his prey. He couldn't believe he had lost. In fact, he wasn't even sure what had happened. He had lost, and was now doomed to be digested. He never saw himself dying this way and no matter how much he struggled he wouldn't get out of it. He continued out of instinct and pride, but would never win against the acids that now ate away at him.<br/><br/>The city was ahead of Zaida. She would be coming in from the West side where the city's best hospital stood, though it wasn't the only one in the city. There were others scattered across and more makeshift ones made from the military yesterday. It was quiet on the streets as was a majority of the city now. The front of the hospital seemed to receive little damage. Only a window or two were broken and the front automatic door still seemed operational. Some ambulances were outside, and some still carried bodies. The drivers were all missing from the vehicles they drove. Aside from the hospital were other places of interest. A few miles away stood Thomas's police precinct where unknown results of the battle that took place could be seen. There was also a a funeral home placed conveniently on the other side of the hospital and prison that stood between the precinct and the hospital at about an average equal distance.