Saturday, February 21, 2009 1:12 AM
Chapter Five: Blood On My Hands
I grabbed the backpack from the back seat and got out of the car. Froumann Inc. towered over me. It was so tall that just looking up made me feel nauseas. I tried to see if there were any signs of movement within the building but the windows were tinted.
I walked toward the revolving doors and peered in, there wasn’t anyone inside. The electricity must have been cut. I scanned the interior and then something caught my eye.
Who is that? Could it be? There was some movement inside, but I couldn’t see very clearly. I tried to force my way through the revolving doors but it was locked.
Apparently someone doesn’t want anything to get through.Then I remembered that there was a back entrance. I used it once just a couple of years back to sneak in to bring in the cake and flowers for her birthday surprise. It was one of the happiest memories we had together.
Those were the days, I reminisced. I walked to the corner of the building and peeked around the bend into the alley. It was deserted. Without warning, I heard a shattering sound from behind me. I spun around and I saw something. It looked like one of the creatures I saw earlier. But this one was different, it was much quicker. It saw me and began to make a mad dash for me, screaming something inaudible in the process. I panicked and ran alleyward but the thing was gaining in on me. Then I remembered that I had a gun in my back pocket. I drew it and turned around. That thing was just three steps to reaching me, almost in my face. I pulled the trigger.
It was stuck. Before I knew what had happened, it jumped on me and pinned me down. Adrenaline was rushing through my body. I tried to throw it off me but it was too strong. I still had the gun in my hand and I pistol-whipped it. It seemed to work for that moment. It was dazed for a second, but then it recovered and just got madder. It let out an ear-piercing screech so loud that I almost went deaf.
Then I remembered something.
Most firearms have safety catches on. I checked the catch on the on barrel and sure enough it was set to “safe”. I tried to reach the catch with my other hand but my arm was held down by its weight. I let go of the gun and then tried flipped the catch with my free hand. I could already feel it breathing warm air on me by now. Before I could pick up the gun, it came down hard and bit into my left shoulder. I screamed and with one hard push I threw it off me. Blood was flowing down my shoulder. My left arm went numb. I quickly picked up the gun and fired madly at the creature. Soon I ran out of bullets. I opened my eyes. It was lying motionless on the ground. I killed it.
No time to waste, others from his kind must have heard the gunfire. I turned around and headed towards the back of the building.
Then I saw something in the shadows move. My muscles froze, a bead of sweat rolled down my cheek.
Could it be one of them? How did they get here so fast? I stood very still and waited for it to make its move, prepared to make a run for it.