'One problem...how are we meant to shoot them in the eye when they are tearing us limb from limb and There are so many of them that-' But I was cut short by the door crashing down and the roof under it being torn so the giant-like creatures could fit through 'Fuck! Fuck! Fucckkkkkk-!'
I opened fire at their eyes, Out of three shots, only one met their target, but the other two hit another ones face, sending it staggering back, bleeding. The one hit in the eyes yelled and blindly swiped at me, I strafed to the side and ducked under the blow, surprised by my ability and luck to do so, I remembered the glorious thing that is adrenaline. I fired a one-handed shot while ducking, hitting my attacker square in the chest, angering him yet weakening him further, but as I got a glance out of a window while rolling to the side, I saw many more of the beasts. there were at least twenty! 'Thomas! Look out the Window! I dont even think we have enough bullets!' I ducked another swipe, noting that being ten feet tall isnt always an advantage. I unloaded the rest of my clip into my blinded targets Neck, chest and face, it roared staggered around for a second or so, until I had a very cocky moment, which was reckless and stupid, but somewhat fun all the same - I grabbed my baton from my vest, jumped up and gave the 'cyclops' a whack across the head, its reaction - falling backwards into the doorframe, finished off.
I wasnt exactly sure what thomas was doing - im guessing he was just out of sight behind one of them. I tried a quick reload while the next one or two creatures shifted their fallen comrade, and even once they had I was still finishing off the reload. I cocked the gun and fired twice, hitting one of the monsters in the lower chest both times, stunning it. The immediate feeling of invincibility after beating one wore off and I got an urge to
sprint off - but there was nowhere to run this time.
'Thomas, where the hell are you?' I called
I stared at the recovering cyclops and cursed. It came in for a blow, not a swing, directly at me, I stood, frozen as my death came hurtling at me in the form of ten pounds of mutated fist.