Maul limps slowly through the heart of the zealots' territory. He was here last year and had no desire to end up within these walls again, but here he is. So Maul does what he always in these situations: he survives. He won't be made into some eviscerated wreck on a table being drained of blood like what happened to Wesker. The image of that is still in his mind.

Still, this place isn't all bad. When he sees John stumbling down the hallway, a rather satisfied expression comes over his face. "Look at that. A god on the run. How delightful."