As I lay on my back, looking at the T-Rex skeleton stopping over to me, I decided that fighting it wouldn't end well. Pushing the dead feral lizardman off of me, I ran back into the maintenance hallway, down it, and entered the last exhibit hall about space. Unlike the others, this hall has two floors. I move to the balcony and look down, seeing various recreations of space suits and moon buggies, but the most impressive is the replica of a rocket hanging from the ceiling. I take a quick look at the plaque and read its name: "Saturn V."

  As I read the plaque, the hooded lizardmen come rushing out of the maintenance hallway. They don't look like much; they seem skinnier than a normal lizardman and aren't even armed. I take my crowbar, not wanting to waste ammo on them. As I pull the crowbar from my belt, the closest shoots a ball of green goop out of his hand that I barely dodge.

  "What the fuck was that?"

  I quickly identified the others, and they had the same text except for the one in the back holding a large tome. When I identified him, I began to wish I had just left this place when I found it.

  "So he's a glass cannon."

  I shoot my revolver at him, but a large wall made of green hexagonal pieces blocks the bullet.

  "Of course, it can't be that easy."

  I dodge another green bolt of poison goop and rush the one who shot it, with crowbar in hand, to gauge their strength. I hit the first necromancer lizard with a normal hit of my crowbar. Surprisingly, that's all it took to kill it.

  "You died to that?" I say in disbelief.

  I can't stay in disbelief for long as the dark mage lets out a green dark mist from his hand. It hits me and all his allies, but it doesn't seem to affect them, while I begin coughing and my eyes begin to water.

  "You ass, is that fucking tear gas?!"

  The mage hisses something to the necromancers as they begin to fire more of that poison crap.

  While I can hardly see, the poison blobs they shoot are neon green, so not too difficult to dodge. One makes the mistake of hissing, and I charge him and tackle him to the ground. I put my knee on its chest and bring down the crowbar again and again until I can hear it hitting the stone floor beneath its head.

  I stand unsteadily on my feet as the dark mist is still messing with my senses. The only ones not affected are hearing and touch. I move my head around and try to see anything, but it's too blurry, so I rely on my hearing to fight. But they have gone silent—no footsteps, no hissing, only silence. I stand there, lost in the hall, until I see a green blob growing in the corner of my eye. I drop to the floor and feel the poison fly over my head and splatter against the floor behind me. But now I know where they are again.

  I grab the MP5 from my side and spray the area where the blob came from. I don't know if I hit it, but I take the chance to run and clean the stuff out of my eyes.

  As I begin to run—and fail miserably at it, tripping over stuff I can't see—I just take cover behind a display and use the water in my canteen. After hearing a few poison blobs splatter nearby, I get enough of the dark stuff out of my eyes to restore my vision.

  I look out from the display to see only the mage and only two of the five necromancers survived. As I watch them, another of those ferals jumps from behind the mage and flies face-first into the mage’s magic shield.

  "So it only protects him from the front. I can work with that."