Your friends are in danger you need out now

You ready your sword. If you are going to have any chance you'll have to be quick. You charge. You swing the broadsword with all your strength. Jack the Ripper easily sidesteps you slicing your achilles tendon as you go by. You limp toward him on one leg. You raise your broadsword high attempting to smite him. He stabs your other thigh brutally slicing it. You turn, and to your dismay, fall down.

You desperately try to stand. You feel lightheaded from shock. You manage to crawl within six feet of the exit.

"Good night ole chap." You hear from above you.

You feel a shoe connect with your head.

Blackness.