Hank's running down the hallways of the castle for his dear life, he's never been so scared in his life. No that's a lie, His first encounter with a vampire was scarier. He's not sure why but he knew he was screwed here. Sure he had the shotgun but against an army of these creatures how long would he last?

Hank stopped for a second and grabbed the homemade flame thrower, it wasn't much, and the castle was made of stone, But the furniture wasn't. Hank turned around and set what ever he could on fire behind him, he would keep doing this as he advanced. Maybe the smoke would slow them don, maybe the flames would buy him time, What the hell was he thinking?! He threw the flame thrower into the fire when it ran out and kept running. No way he could fight all of them. 

It was getting hard to breath. He was tired and carrying too much gear, that and his gas mask, that thing was a pain to breath in. He ditched his pack carrying only his basic weapons and a couple of improvised explosives. he set fire to it hoping some of the supplies would go off buying him more time, He was running out. Then he passes out, he was still working harder then he could handle and the gas mask wasn't helping...He fell on the ground out cold.