Benjamin's left arm cuts off right by the elbow but aside from that, his body is coated in too many nicks and scratches to count. He leans against Max for support.
Max is a complete wreck. Her outfit has been torn to shreds and deep, purple bruises cover her stomach. She's missing her shoes and the stripped socks underneath are soaked in blood.

They seem happy enough, at least.

"Let's leave that dude behind," Max tries to keep up her chipper tone of voice. For Benjamin's sake, you'd assume.
"Ha. Guess this is a good time as any to cash in on my Z-Corp Ampule surplus. I'll buy some for everyone here - We deserve it, don't we?"

"Yeah." You sigh. "How's everyone? I haven't really been able to check up on everyone."
"Bad." Max rolls her eyes like that's obvious. "We'll make it though. Heck," She slugs your shoulder. "We made it outta here, yeah? We're gods!"
"Haaa." Benjamin softly exhales. "It was nice being able to do something that mattered, you know? You know, I could fix your arm once we get somewhere safe."

You look down at the nub that was once your right arm. That would be nice but you don't really miss it. It feels like your body doesn't really matter anymore. It's just a thing that exists. "That'd be nice. Think the others are ready to keep moving?"

"I'd think so. Casey and Naomi are trying their best to order the others." Max nods her head towards the front of the crowd. "Say, what was with that weird guy you shot?"
"Some straggler, I think. Smelled like a trap."
"Probably was one. Doesn't seem like he's moving so, eh, leave him be." Benjamin shrugs as best as he can given his physical state.

"Are we missing anyone?" You ask the couple. "I wanna make sure we didn't leave anyone behind.
"Not to my knowledge. Unless you counted all of those copies of Casey." Max shivers at the thought of them. "Weird little things. They all had the same face - like cheap anime plastic figures."
"I think it was impressive, actually!" Benjamin tries his best to keep Max calm. "I had to take one of those copies home to study."
"Ha ha. My body's still good, dork."

"H-hey. Not in that way!" "I know, I know! Pulling your chain, dummy!"

You can't help but to smile. Even after everything that happened, they're still able to joke around.

Well. Seems like worrying about the spook was a waste of time. You-

T U R N A R O U N D
A wet, moist pop echoes through the air. The best comparison you have on short notice is putting an egg on a microwave and nuking it until it pops. You snap your head around to see what caused that noise.

The Spook you left behind has a massive, gaping hole where his face used to be. Dozens of arms thrust out of the remnants of his face. Agent after agent crawls out of the neck hole like they were being pushed out of a mother's womb.

When you're able to process what's going on, a hundred identical agents are standing right only forty feet away from your group. Each one is coated in rotting, stinking viscera.