He stands up sliding the rifle sling over his shoulder. The three “Things” following him are about two
cars over. They see him and begin to
growl hungrily at him. Running over to
where Trent is, he pulls out his pistol, and pulls the trigger. Deacon puts two
.45 rounds into the back of the one gorging itself on Trent. It turns around with two gaping holes where
the bullets had passed through it’s body.
It growls with blood and slobber dripping from its mouth. Deacon fires the pistol again, missing
because of how bad his hands are shaking.
This “Thing” shifts its weight to lunge at Deacon. Deacon takes a step back, squeezing the
trigger one more time. This time hitting
it in the head. The creature falls to
the ground, and lays there motionless. Deacon
puts his 1911 back in his pants and shoulders the AR. He takes the scope cover off, pointing it in
the direction of the three that had been stalking him. He squeezes the trigger several times,
dropping all three in the hospital gowns. He then turns his attention to the one that
had chased him into the building still stuck in the door. He puts a 5.56 slug right between the eyes on
it’s snarling face. Cautiously he walks over
to where Trent is. He searches for a pulse trying to ignore the gruesome
details. Trent is gone. Deacon turns as the adrenalin begins to slow,
and bends down. He begins puking, from
the sight of all the blood. He stands up
as he wipes his mouth. There are other
people scurrying from the plant, too scared to help.
A patrol car arrives while Deacon stands in shock. He cannot believe what he had to do to end
the attack and that not one of his colleagues are willing to help him. A much
worn out officer steps out with his gun drawn
"ARE THERE ANY MORE?”
The yelling officer sobers Deacon, he turns his attention to
the officer.
"I don’t think so!”
Deacon shows him his friend and the officer tells him that
these “things” are everywhere, and that they are doing the same thing all over
the city. The officer gets back in his patrol car.
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