Struggling was useless. Wesker was too strong, too powerful, and Aunamee's arms couldn't quite reach the muscular hand that was gripping his neck. His broken legs dragged on the ground behind him, kicking up pebbles, doing little to hinder his journey.

His journey, then his eventual descent.

Fear came to him again, sharper than before. He did not want to be alone in the darkness.

" -- ghh."

Yet there was no hope of speaking, let alone crooning a witty retort or an icy threat.

(-- he is the persistent one, he endures, he is a fixture, he will always be here and Wesker will not, he is the persistent one, he endures, he is a fixture --)

He made one last attempt to claw at the man.