I stumbled, back taking several steps back. Desperately trying to stay upright on glass legs as a fire raged in my chest. The two cracked ribs in my already bruising chest keeping me from making a quick and speedy exit. The other messenger of death slowly approaching, faster then I could move. Its glowing red eyes narrowing at me as it took another hulking step. he started to creep over clicking his tongue three times

Tlick. Tlick. Tlick.

Standing my ground and mustering all my strength. i raised my gun at the tower of muscle. I knew it was futile, but what other choice did I have. The adrenaline unable to suppress the pain any longer. I shrieked, "Die motherfucker..." As my strength gave out with the squeeze of the trigger. Bam! the bullet missed its mark, bouncing off the cement just inches from its feet. With tjat my last window of escape surely closed. Defeated I thought to myself, "Well this is it". unable to gather anymore strength I closed my eyes readying for the quick release of death.

Smack!

I opened my eyes amazed that I was still alive. One of the giant rat monsters from hell flew past, its neck already snapped before it hit the pawn shop. Its body smashing through the window with ease. Shattered glass rained done over its lifeless body. The firing of the gun must of attracted the poor beast away from its meal, as it looked for the source of its comrades true killer.

roar!!!

Another rat jumped out of the alley way with an ear splitting roar. only to be smashed down in an instant. his carcass becoming a pool of smashed organs spreading out on the floor. The horde shifting from its prior victim to mr. Muscles. His tongue continuously clicking as he successfully crushed any rat naive enough to step out of line.

This was my chance!

With him distracted by his game of wack-a-rat, i limped away. The world going dark as my head spun. Every fiber in my body telling me to stop as I forced myself to press forward. The pounding becoming more moist with every thud. it was clear that mr. Muscles would be the victor. I had to get away before then or it was curtains for me. I gripped my chest tighter with my hand, the sting of pain snapping me back to reality with everything squeeze.

I made my way into a restaurant along the corner. It was your typical hole in the wall with burgers on the menu. The chairs thrown about, and the tables once forming a makeshift barricade. A barricade that was now in shambles covered in more black sludge long sense dried. Trails of blood tracked from the toppled tables straight out the front door. The heat still burning and my teeth buzzing. I made a break for the back I needed a place to hide. I knew in my heart of hearts i was going to die , and if i was going to pass away, I wanted to die in peace not pieces.

My hands once again touched the cool metal of a heavy door as i leaned against what I was looking for. I struggled the latch to pop open the latch of a heavy walkin fridge. My brittle legs finally gave away, i fell forward the door slamming against the heel of my foot as it swung back. i struggled to crawl in making my way towards the back wall, the icy cold air shooting shock waves down my spine with every breath. propping myself against the far wall, i slowly dropped down. I fought to stay awake as i sat up. Everything began to fade to black.​