Now that he, Kurt, and the others had intervened, the painter probably would not meet such a hopeless end. It also made up, in some small way, for the lingering frustration Nick had felt when he watched the movie years ago.
Around four in the morning, the insects outside the supermarket finally dispersed, and everyone inside breathed a sigh of relief. Those who had volunteered for night watch out of excessive anxiety and worry were also ordered to get some rest.
At noon, Nick woke to the aroma of food being heated. He got up, cleaned himself up, and emptied his bowels in the restroom. Only then did he notice something.
Not only was the fragile power grid still functioning, but the running water had never stopped either.
That gave him a little more confidence. The so-called end of the world really was bullshit. The underground base's true purpose was probably to support research into that Abyss.
Unfortunately, a mere single suit of Predator Armor was not enough for him to fight his way through the entire base while protecting Kurt and the other three. At the time, he had not known that this instance was a fusion of two movies, either.
Otherwise, Nick certainly would not have been in such a hurry to kill that old woman who looked like "Ripley." He might have left a few more people alive to question them about the truth, sparing himself all the anxiety that followed.
When he left the restroom, he saw a large crowd gathered around the mostly barricaded windows, peering out and discussing something.
They did not look nervous. If anything, they seemed excited. Puzzled, Nick walked over. "Anything new happening outside?"
Seeing him, the people crowded around the windows stepped aside to make a path. Kurt, who was