"We need help! Why can't you understand?!" Deacon shouted, unable to keep his cool any longer.

"And why can't you understand that I cannot spare any of my men?" came the harsh reply from Rex, the person on the screen with whom he had been arguing for the past two minutes.

"That freak is attacking my base right now!" Deacon yelled, glancing at some of the other monitors displaying the carnage unfolding inside his base at that exact moment. The screens showed dozens and dozens of huge arachnids and winged monsters rampaging through his facility, killing his people in droves.

"You think I don't understand that?" Rex replied indifferently. "You need to listen to what I'm trying to—"

"No, it's you who needs to listen," Deacon interrupted the leader of the other base. "The freak's army of monsters is attacking my base right now! He's taken down base after base for the past few days. There are only two bases left at this point: mine and yours. So where do you think the freak will head next after he's done with my base?"

"You need to understand—" Rex began, but Deacon interrupted him again.

"No, it's you who needs to understand something!" he said, raising his voice again. "It's no sweat for the freak to deal with us. No sweat at all! Do you really think you can hold him off all on your own?"

"Actually, I do," Rex managed to say before Deacon interrupted him. "For the past several days, we've been—"

"Well, think again! You can't stop the freak on your own. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise, you just can't do it on your own. The only way to defeat him is for us to join forces and attack his army of monsters together! And we need to do it right now while I still have some people holding up. So send your forces here immediately! Let's fight the freak together; otherwise, there will soon be nothing left of our bases!"

"Do you really think we can stop him if we gang up on him?" Rex asked.

Excited, thinking he had finally convinced Rex, Deacon exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, I do! Send your forces my way right now, and together we'll stop the freak! Only together can we—"

"Well, think again, then," Rex interrupted, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he echoed Deacon's earlier words. "Even if I send my people to your base, do you really think it would change anything?"

Deacon began to respond, but Rex cut him off. "How many of your people are still standing by this point, huh?"

Deacon couldn't help but glance at the monitors displaying the massacre outside HQ. He could see that most of his people had been slaughtered by the freak's army of monsters. There was no way he was going to admit that to Rex, though.

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"A lot of them," he declared, trying to sound confident. "My people are well-trained and extremely well-armed. They are organized and disciplined. Sure, there are some casualties, but they're doing a great job holding off the monsters, at least for now. But I have to admit, despite all that, there's no way we can fend off the attack on our own."

Rex let out a scoff. "Good try, bud, but I don't buy it. Half of your people must be dead by now, or even more. The rest are being picked off as we speak. So as you can see, there's simply no point in me sending my forces over to you. By the time they get there, all your people will be dead. I'd just be wasting time and effort, leaving my base vulnerable for no reason at all."

Deacon was starting to get angry. "Listen, you smug moron. If you stop yapping and actually send over your people right now, they might get there just in time to save my base. So just shut the fuck up and dispatch them right fucking now!"

"I'm not going to do that," Rex said with a bored expression on his face. "The only thing they'll find when they arrive is the monsters feasting on the corpses of your men and tearing down the walls of your base. My people would be risking their lives for nothing. So no, I'd rather keep them at my base, well protected behind the walls."

"You're a coward!" Deacon yelled, completely losing it. "You're just afraid to send your people away because you don't want to risk your own safety. You keep them close to protect yourself, don't you? You really are a coward, aren't you? But guess what? That won't do you any good! When the freak comes for you, he'll tear your base down just as easily as he's doing to mine right now!"

"You know, I had a huge advantage over the other bases," Rex said. "Since my base is the last one the freak chose to attack, he has given me plenty of time to prepare. While he was hitting the rest of the bases, my people worked hard to gather as many resources as possible and strengthen our defenses. So over the past several days, we have significantly bolstered them. It's not going to be easy for the freak to tear down my base. He won't be able to achieve that. Instead, something else is going to happen. We'll fend off his attack, taking out every monster he sends our way. Immediately after that, we'll counterattack, going after the freak himself. We're going to be the ones who not only survive the freak's attack but also manage to kill him. I'm sure Skullface will promote me after that. Isn't that awesome?"

"You're a fucking asshole," was all Deacon could say.

"Go fuck yourself," Rex shot back, and after that exchange of pleasantries, he ended the call.

For a moment, Deacon just stared at the blackened screen. He considered calling Skullface, but he dismissed the idea immediately. Skullface had been ignoring his calls for the whole day, so there was little chance he'd pick up now. Even if Skullface sent reinforcements, it would take too long for them to reach his base. Deacon figured Skullface wouldn't bother with that. He must've been flooded with calls for help from the other bases attacked by the morphus, yet he'd ignored them. He had just abandoned them all.

Suddenly, Deacon noticed it had grown eerily quiet. When he looked at the screens showing the feeds from the outer cameras, he realized the fight was over. All his people were dead, the gates lay in ruins, and the slaves had escaped. The monsters were rampaging through his base. As for the morphus, there was no trace of him anywhere.

Suddenly, the door to the control security room slammed to the floor. Deacon didn't need to turn around to know who had just barged in. Instead, he reached for his combat shotgun propped against the wall. Just as he spun around, the morphus charged at him. Before Deacon could pull the trigger, the mutant crashed into him, knocking him to the ground. In the next moment, the morphus sank its teeth into his throat.

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