STRANGE LUCK

By the time I surreptitiously entered into the vault undaunted, venturing courageously into the bunker and into what may seem to be my early demise, Robert was severely wounded but barely alive to continue breathing and was struggling on the ground, lying on his own back underneath the creature, to recover from another ghastly hit on his face full with bleeding scratches and bruises prior to my arrival. He had done a great job of keeping the monster preoccupied the entire time Sean and I were contemplating if saving him was worth it and enough for the other two men to make their escape back to the surface using the elevator but his strength to hold on had diminished tremendously, having enduring severe wounds on every part of his body now weak and unable to move freely as before.