Epilogue

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I stood up, through the pain of the splinters and brick, and walked to the edge of the roof. On the street I watched the Hurler swing at Josh, but miss. 

I took aim, then switched my rifle to full auto, for the first time ever. I fired an entire clip into it and it roared, then punched the truck as Josh took cover behind it. The truck flipped, the roof landing on Josh's upper half. 

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" I screamed as I reloaded the rifle, then emptied another clip into the beast.

The rifle clicked, and I dropped it around my chest and used a drainpipe to climb down the building. I turned and ducked under the beast's large arms and drew both revolvers. Like an old western, I fired both revolvers into the creature, backing up as they both clicked.

'Fuck' I thought to myself as I grabbed the chrome bladed hunting knife and charged the beast, ducking under it's swinging arms and tackling it with everything I had. We slowly fell and I repeatedly slammed the knife into it's skull, stabbing out both of it's eyes and opening it's skull. It still screamed as it kicked me across the street into a blue post office mailbox. 

I was still death gripping the knife, now with a new found beast in my soul. Like an Alpha wolf defending it's pack, I charged the creature again. It hit me, but I didn't feel it. Even when I smashed through the wall of a brick building. I couldn't move.

I watched as the Hurler neared Drew, raising it's arms high into the air, preparing to bring them down onto Drew. With everything I had, every once of focus and strength, I threw the knife. Watching as it flew end over end, then embedded itself into the creature's temple.

It fell, and I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. I watched as Veronica ran to Drew, then they both looked at the creature. Both of them spotted the blood soaked knife, then traced it's flight path to me. Half of me was buried in bricks, while the other half was numb. Like I had been possessed and the possessor left.


It took about ten minutes to dig me out, and as soon as I was, I ran to Josh. Unbreathing, unknowing... No Longer...

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