Ten rounds left. Not good. But they were close to the Terrosphere, so maybe if they didn't encounter any more infected, the ten rounds would be enough. Rob thought about it as we walked back towards the group of civilians. He could make a quick trip to the armory on level 10 - on his own, once the civilians were safe. But that was so far ahead in the future he just didn't want to think about it too much.<br/><br/>They were all where he left him - frozen, scared, hurting. He nodded at them and figured it was time for a motivational speech.<br/><br/>"OK listen up. We've made it all the way down here safely. We're close to the Terrosphere now, and it's isolated and very safe. So just hold on a little more and..."<br/><br/>His words were interrupted by one of the more seriously injured men who gasped and fell down, his limbs shaking violently. The others circled around him, holding him. "What's going on," said Rob. A few of the scientists looked up at him and spoke simultaneously.<br/><br/>"Seizure... blood clot... could be..."<br/><br/>The man shook and shuddered for a few seconds, and then suddenly he didn't anymore. He just froze still and one last desperate breath announced his end. The others stood up, one by one, too scared to say something. Rob looked at Lucian for a moment.<br/><br/>"Alright, he's dead. We've seen enough death today. Let's just go to the Terrosphere were the rest of you can be safe. Come on, people, we're so close." He turned around and led them towards the main entrance of the facility.