Not for a moment did the word hero cross the man's mind. Not for a moment did he think of sacrificing himself for the others, even trying to help really. He was still convinced he was in the deepest layer of hell and since he was there, since he did so much bad in his life to get to hell, there would  be very little doing good... especially when he was that afraid. He had lived a relatively holy life. So, he visited women once in a while, got into a few fights. He was hard working... and yet he found himself in hell.<br/><br/>Frederick gave a short nod when the girl spoke of her plan. He would go along with any plan that might make him avoid being crunched up by those monsters. As he moved after her Frederick had a bit of time to reflect. Just a little guilt for not trying to help. He was still a good man at heart but circumstance would not allow him to do anything. That was all really, just that bit of guilt. The rest of him was nearly boiling over with fear as he tried not to make a noise.<br/><br/>His heart started pounding even harder as they got closer to a door. Now, if the door lead to safety or not he did not know. What he did know was that the door led away from the people eating minions of hell that he was currently inhabiting space with.<br/><br/>The question was, the evil you know or the evil you don't?<br/><br/>In the current situation the question was easily answered. Frederick wanted to get to that door.