As Eggsy continued to press Lena for information about Hank's whereabouts, she intentionally ignored him, her expression a mask of indifference. Despite Eggsy's repeated entreaties, Lena refused to give a reply, her silence a palpable force that seemed to hang in the air like a challenge.Lena's eyes locked onto Eggsy's, a sly smile spreading over her face like a slow-moving stain. Her gaze seemed to bore into his very soul, as if daring him to take another step. "You can never stop him," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her words dripping with malice. "You'll just end up killing yourself." The smile on her face seemed to grow wider, her eyes glinting with a knowing light that seemed to say she knew a secret that Eggsy did not.Eggsy's gaze flickered towards Lena's, his eyes narrowing as he searched for any sign of weakness or deception. His expression was a mask of calm determination, but his voice betrayed a hint of steeliness as he replied, "You think so? Then tell me w

With a fierce battle cry, Eggsy charged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light of the room. The blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, aimed directly at Hank's towering form. But Hank, anticipating Eggsy's attack, countered with his massive fists, striking the sword with incredible force. The impact caused the sword to flip backwards, its blade spinning wildly out of control, as Eggsy stumbled backwards, his arm numb from the shock of the blow.Undeterred, Eggsy charged in again, his sword flashing in the light as he struck Hank's exposed chest with precision and deadly force. The blade bit deep into Hank's flesh, causing him to stumble backwards, his eyes widening in surprise. But Eggsy knew that he couldn't celebrate just yet, for he was all too aware of Hank's regenerative abilities. And sure enough, as Eggsy watched in a mixture of fascination and horror, Hank's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate, his flesh knitting itself back together with an unnatur

The group was finding it increasingly difficult to fight against the sheer numbers of zombies that seemed to be endlessly pouring in, their relentless onslaught wearing down the team's defenses. As soon as one zombie was taken down, another would immediately take its place, raining down another wave of bullets at the group, forcing them to constantly dodge and weave to avoid being hit. The zombies seemed to be everywhere, their numbers appearing to be endless, and the group was beginning to tire, their movements slowing as the constant barrage of gunfire and zombie attacks took its toll. Despite their valiant efforts, the group was starting to get overwhelmed, their situation growing more desperate by the minute.Marcus had been performing admirably thus far, taking down as many zombies as he could with his quick reflexes and sharp shooting skills. Despite being vastly outnumbered, he had managed to hold his own, his confidence and determination inspiring the others to keep fightin

At that precise moment, Lena began her ascent up the staircase, her footsteps echoing through the silence, a stark contrast to the chaos that had previously engulfed the area. As she reached the first floor, a heartwarming scene of reunions unfolded, filling the air with warmth and emotion. The group eagerly enveloped Lena in tight, comforting hugs, relief etched on their faces, their eyes shining with joy and gratitude. Ryder's voice was filled with emotion as he exclaimed, "We were worried sick about you, Lena!" Ava added, her voice trembling with relief, "Thank goodness you're safe! We were terrified that something terrible had happened to you." As the group showered Lena with affection and concern, Eggsy watched with a warm smile, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and relief. He knew that Lena was safe, and that the group was finally reunited, thanks to his efforts. The sense of camaraderie and unity that filled the air was a testament to the strong bonds that had formed bet

Shattered light and pale shadows swirled before Eggsy’s eyes. He couldn't remember opening them, could barely remember a time when they weren't open. Slowly he was able to resolve the image, could see that he was looking up from underneath at a molten drift of ice cubes. Something hard and intrusive was pushing air into his lungs in a rhythmic pumping that was not so much painful - no, he didn't feel any pain at all - as it was incredibly uncomfortable. He reared up so fast that spots swam before his eyes and with cold-numbed fingers tore at the mask taped across his face, tore it away and then pulled, pulled at an impossibly long length of tubing that came out of his chest, from somewhere deep down with a tugging sensation then a tearing but still there was no pain. He looked around at the bathroom tiles, at the tub full of ice and yellowish water. At the tubes attached to his left arm. He tore those away too, leaving a deep gouge in his arm when the shunt there tore open his rubbe