Julie ran, barely holding in screams as she leapt over fallen walls.
Her choice concerning her next destination had been made quickly when she saw the thing behind her. She vaulted over the rubble impeding her, not daring to look back at her pursuer. She tried to retrieve her gun from her waistband, but quickly discovered that her effort was useless while running. Abandoning her attempt, Julie threw all her energy into running as fast as she could, trying to make it to the house.
Suddenly, Julie saw a girl racing towards her, wielding a knife in each hand. As the girl flew past her and onto her pursuer, Julie came skidding to a stop. She spun around and saw the girl, frizzy hair streaming and knives flashing, her limbs working in unison to propel her forward, her impeccable form showing clearly this saviour was adept and experienced, drive her knife into the creature's left eye. Watching the blood spurt all over the girl's flannel, Julie shook herself from her daze, cocked her gun, and fired at the thing's head.
