Ghosts POV:
The moon now hung in the sky, giving off an artificial glow. We had traveled far since we had sat down to eat in mellow mushroom. Now the town would be crawling with the freaks. We went down the roads, stopping at each building, and checking if it was clear to advance. So far there had been no trouble.
"Let's stop at the next house and take shelter for the night." sketch moved to the next house, and I followed close behind. She twisted the handle slowly, but swung the door open quick. Together we scanned the premises, knifes ready.
"Watch out!" Yelling, I pulled my revolver out of its holster, firing several desperate shots. She twisted around looking down at the disfigured corpse. "There will be more coming now.. We have to leave.." Just as the words left my mouth, another of the demons jumped through the window slamming into a wall. "Oh shit!" Shards of glass burrowed in my flesh, leaving a burning sensation.
"Let's get the hell outta here!" Sketch looked at me, eyes filled with panic. She looked at my arm. I felt it now, a large chunk of glass imbedded in my shoulder. The creature growled, lunging forward; I stuck my pistol up, seeking blood. It's momentum carried it forward, and it could do nothing now. I shoved the barrel of the gun half way down it's throat, firing the remaining rounds off.
"Join you brothers in hell, bitch. You don't belong here." blood dripped, splattering on the hardwood floor. I promised my self I wouldn't pass out.
"Ghost.. a.. are you.. okay?" Tears now joined the blood on the ground. I hugged her tight with one arm making sure I didn't stab her with glass.
"It's alright buttercup.." Trying to comfort her, I kissed her forehead.
