Steber swung his gun towards the Horror as fast as he could but even so, the monster was quicker. Arms like pistons shot out and caught the muzzle of his gun in its open hand. The Horror then squeezed and Steber watched in utter disbelief as the barrel of his rifle was mangled into a twisted mess of metal. He dropped the useless gun and desperately tried to scramble away. He almost made it to the hallway and just glimpsed one of the Lost Souls, which had finally become aware of him, before he felt a terrible pain in his ankle. Without even looking back, Steber knew that the Horror had him and was now squeezing with its vice-like strength.

"Porter, HELP!" Steber cried as he was pulled backwards towards the dark maw of the duct. The weapons expert jumped up and was about to shoot at the Horror's exposed head when he was suddenly knocked down by one of the Lost Souls. The back of Porter's shirt was already on fire as his gun went sprawling across the floor. Simultaneously covering his head and trying to put the flames out at the same time, Porter was helpless as the other Souls caught on to what was happening and joined in the fight. Cray remained in the alcove, staring in blank terror as he witnessed Porter's body being rapidly burned and bitten into an unrecognizable chunk of flesh. Steber had just enough time to view this as well, before he was roughly yanked over the bent and jagged metal that had comprised the vent that the Horror had broken through. Bleeding profusely and uttering one last cry, he was pulled into the terrifying darkness of the air duct, wondering where the Horror was taking him, rather than killing him here. He didn't want to know, but realized that it probably wouldn't be long before he found out.