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Chapter 6 - Visual Lost On The Target [EDITED]

Jonathan POV

I felt guilty about leaving the two of them on their own for now, but someone needed to try to start the damn thing. 'God help em till we can get this thing running.' I thought to myself. Abruptly, I heard echoing footsteps to my right, and rapidly approaching. I grabbed Taylor and pulled him to cover. I watched through a crack in the fallen shelf. I watched as a tabby cat with what appeared to be a modified M16 slowly walked through the hall. "You sure you heard movement down here?" I heard her ask a German Shepherd behind her. "I could'a sworn I heard running." came a gruff response. I slowly raised my M16, ready to retaliate should the need arise. "Maybe you're losing your touch." I heard the tabby retaliate. They continued down the hallway, guns poised. I sighed in relief and turned back to Taylor, but when I turned around, I fell backward in fear.

Taylor had a knife driven clear through his throat. His now-lifeless eyes still staring in horror. I watched as his body slowly slumped to the floor, blood oozing from the open wound in his neck. I looked up to see a purple-colored fox smirking down at me. "You know what's so interesting about humans?" she said, casually leaning over towards Taylor's body. "Fear." she nonchalantly pulled out the knife, causing more blood to spurt out. It felt like her gaze was piercing my very soul. I felt petrified. I could barely feel my rifle tumble out of my hands. I slowly looked up to see that she was now approaching me. 'No, no no NONONONO MOVE DAMIT!' I internally screamed at myself. I desperately tried to grab my rifle, to draw my pistol, to run, to do SOMETHING other than allow myself to be killed. I saw her slowly crouching down to my level. Wham.

I finally managed to regain control of my limbs and socked her in the face. She stumbled back and fell, no doubt dazed by my sudden attack. I took this to my advantage and picked up my rifle. I didn't aim, just fired. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! She flew backwards, before standing back up. Click. Oh shit. She didn't look to be in pain as one would usually be after bullets pierced their torso, but rather just extremely pissed. "I was going to make it quick, but now, I'm going to make your sorry little ass sorry." She ran at me. I drew my sidearm and shot her in the knee. She fell over, wincing in pain. I took the opportunity to turn tail and run. I didn't know where I was running, I just ran. I could feel my rifle clattering against me as it dangled from it's strap. I ran for what felt like eternity, occasionally looking back. Finally, I was certain that she wasn't chasing me, so I took the opportunity to load a new magazine.

Abandoned Clinic – Ash POV

'That damn human fuck...' I angrily thought to myself as I inspected the bullet mark in on my kneecap plating. 'Good thing it only hit the ballistic armor though.' The optimistic part of my head told me. Satisfied that my armor has blocked all the projectiles, I reached for my headset. "One of the humans is dead, another got me pretty good. He took off, location and direction unknown, over." I stated, "Damn, he shot you up? Never thought that could happen to the 'amazing Ash' heheh." I heard Fisher chuckle. I scowled, picking up my M4, I looked around in the halls. Damn, I must've really scared the shit outta that little prick. He was completely gone. Nowhere to be seen. 'And now,' I thought to myself as I attached my bayonet to my rifle, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 'We play cat and mouse.'

Tommy POV

Me and Jacob had been sitting at this barricade for some time and had heard gunfire. I had tried to contact Jonathan via radio, and we got a brief, yet devastating reply. "They got Taylor! They got Taylor! Medic down!" The fact that those freaks had shot our medic dealt a large blow to my morale. They shot a medic? A non-combatant? These guys really had no remorse or mercy planned for us, did they? "Do you really think one puny human really fucked Ash up?" I heard from down the hall, no doubt from one of those fur-freaks. I slowly peeked up, aiming my M60 down the hall, waiting...waiting...I saw a Tabby cat and a German Shepherd walk into view.