Stubbs had suggested going in the back, be sneaky, go in and get the guests held hostage and get out without any bloodshed, any possibility of loss. But Strand and his military group, they could care less what Stubbs thought, they still blame him for the host uprising. So here they are, locked in a battle with the group of hosts led by Dolores.
The whole thing gives Stubbs a headache. He had always been the one more aware that the hosts could go wrong, but Dolores turning into something like this hadn’t been something he even could dream up. And truth be told, he really didn’t want to fight. If Stubbs had his way, he might have considered just getting the guests out and leave the park to the hosts. More fighting just means more likelihood of people dying, and Stubbs wasn’t about that.
With everyone engaged in the fighting, Stubbs had decided to peal away from the battle and go find the guests. The faster he finds them and gets them to safety, the less people will have to die fighting. He went room by room until he found the guests huddled in, tied up and crying. He freed them and made sure they understood to stay quiet as they followed him outside.
But someone did see them as soon enough gunfire turned their way. Stubbs shouted at Strand and his soldiers for cover and to retreat. He grabbed the guests and pushed them in front of him, putting himself between them and the fighting as he told them to run for the underground elevator nearby. Now they were all on the same page, Strand and his people and the guests, all heading for the elevator and nearly there. Stubbs was grateful for that until one of the guests had fallen. He looked over to see her in the line of fire of one of the hosts, and as quickly as he could, ran over to pull her to him so he could shield her.
He heard the sounds. Pop pop. And felt pain in his side and left leg as he buckled to the ground, pushing the guest forward towards Strand and his people waiting by the elevator.
He finds himself on his hands and knees, he knows it’s the shock as he feels like the sounds are echoing around him as he watches his blood hit the ground drop by drop. He manages to look up, everyone is safely inside the elevator.
He shouts at them, hoping they understand. He won’t make it. He knows that. It’s too late. He sees the look on Strand’s face as the other man knows it too. He watches as the elevator sinks back to the ground.
He’s here, at the mercy of the hosts, on his hands and knees, bleeding and his breathing quickened.
But at least everyone else is safe. He can accept that. He just wishes he could see his kids one last time.
