Chapter Two

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Whatever that thing was, its appearance means that we're in even greater danger now.

Whatever that thing was, its appearance means that we're in even greater danger now

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The Desmo fell to the ground with a single shot. The light gave sight to the gaping wound in between its eyes. Brown blood and chunks of brain matter re-painted the wall next to the creature, making the concrete glisten in the once live spending substance. Chunks of broken bone flew through the air and hit the shadows lurking behind their leader. Angry and surprised howls echoed through the air, almost ripping open my ear-drums. The high pitched yells of grief turned to fury as their primitive brains realized where the attacker had been.

I saw how three of the shadows turned towards me, the shimmering of their eyes giving away their position. If I had been younger, I would have hesitated, I would have waited for them to charge at us before shooting them when they got visible. Past-me was stupid, naive, weak. That's why I killed her. And that's why I wasted no time.

I turned the glass device to the next target, two orbs of fury floating in the unforgiving darkness of the tunnel. The gun rocked in my arms as the bullet got shot out by the force of exploding gunpowder. With a metallic noise the empty cartridge hit the ground next to my ear. In the same second the shell fell, one of the shadows did too. It slumped over and the light in its eyes fizzled out as the bullet sucked the life out of the creature.

Another howl ripped the air apart as the two remaining Desmo's charged at us. Their claws whirled up dirt from the old train rails, producing a big chunky cloud obscuring my vision. The irregular clicking of nails hitting concrete echoed through the whole tunnel as they threw everything they had left at us. I felt my grip loosen and my heart slowly succumbing to fear. These things were bundles of brute force; they knew nothing else than the survival instinct edged into their minds by mother nature.

I couldn't help myself but curse as the next bullet missed its target by a few inches. It whizzed past the ear of the nearest beast and burrowed itself into the wall. Small bits of stone got catapulted out of the concrete, hitting the Desmo in behind and making it flinch. A welcomed chance for me. With an audible crack the lead split its temple, painting the wall brown once again. An almost dog-like whimper escaped its mouth as it felt that the time to die had come. Only one target remained. The last and biggest monster was still out to rip my ass open and eat what remained of my carcass. It wouldn't hesitate to rip out my throat and feast on it while I laid on the ground, wheezing for air.

The trigger beneath my finger bulged as another bullet exited the chamber. It sunk into the shoulder of my opponent, ripping out a small piece of flesh as the 5.56 mm projectile entered the unprotected skin. I heard the Desmo cry out in pain but else than that, the hit showed no effect. I fired again, this time dusting one of the bat-like ears. But the thing continued charging, step for step it came nearer. Only a couple of feet parted us when Kenny decided to act. He pulled out his colt and pulled the trigger a couple of times, peppering the radioactive beast with lead. A deadly dose for every human, I thought this was it, that I had failed.

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