I couldn't believe what I had just seen. The poor officer was torn apart. What could have done this to him? And why did he have his shotgun in his hand? All of this was very confusing to me. I guess he had been sent here on a dispatch, and some crazy people murdered him. A few feet away I heard a creak. Immediately my head turned to the sound of the noise. I looked at the officer and saw that he didn't have time to draw his pistol. I picked it up and examined it. The gun was a .357 Colt Python, a powerful revolver and standard issue for sheriffs. I knew my way around a gun because my dad used to take me to the range frequently, that is, until he was KIA on his second tour in Iraq. The revolver still had all six bullets and was loaded. I picked it up and slowly walked out of the house, making sure I didn't make a single noise. As soon as I was out, I ran. After a I was a few miles from the scene, I stopped to take a rest. A big tree loomed over me, so I sat down by it. I was lost. My phone had no service and I had a GUN with me. Why did I have a gun with me? I guess it gave me a sense of security. Suddenly I heard a twig snap. I got up and turned around. About 20 feet away was a man in a striped green shirt and torn jeans.
"Umm. Hello? Excuse me sir. Could you please tell me where I am?. I'm kinda lost you see, and--" I was cut short by a snarl that emitted from his mouth. As he limped closer to me, my hand slowly moved to the revolver tucked in my belt. I started to walk back, but I tripped over an exposed tree root. The man quickened his pace. I started hastily crawling backwards and pulled out my gun. The man was now only roughly 5 feet away from me.
"Stop! Please! Don't come any closer or I'll shoot!" He didn't heed my warnings. One, two, bullets erupted from the chamber of the gun. One hit him in the knee, and the other in his throat. I couldn't believe it. I just killed a man. I just sat there in awe for thirty seconds. Slowly, I got up and walked away. A minute later, I heard another snarl from behind me. Oh great, I thought. It was more of them. I turned around to see how many, but there was just one. The one. The man that I shot in the throat and the knee. Not only should he not be able to walk, but he shouldn't even be alive. I was frozen in fear. I couldn't move. The man- or thing- fell onto me. I couldn't reach my gun, because my arms were pinned down. The thing raised its arm to strike me, and I said my final prayers.
"Get down!" I heard from behind me. Shortly after, I heard the sound of rapid gunfire and the monster flung its head back and rolled off of me. I was so confused right now. I tried to look back but a sharp pain in the back of my head stopped me. Everything around me seemed to blur and spin, and I suddenly slipped into unconsciousness.
