Running
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Gordon stepped out of the building, and on to the street. It must have been the Industrial Quarter of Ravenholm, as there were many water towers, and mills and... What was that noise? A thin, hunched over figure appeared in the moonlight on top of one of the buildings. Gordon noticed it. And it noticed him. It screamed, and the creature's friends joined in. When did this turn into the music video for Bad? Gordon thought as the other things leapt into view. The first one jumped off the building, and only then did Gordon know what it was. A zombie. It ran, galloped towards him, kicking like a wild bull as it went. Gordon froze. He screamed. The zombie stopped. Gordon ran, back through the building as the zombie gave chase. He tripped over a body on the stairs. The zombie reached him, and jumped on him. Gordon gave it a kick, right in the nuts. The zombie yowled, and keeled over. Gordon turned and ran again, knocking over tables. He reached the door that led him into the room, and closed it. He slumped down on the door, holding the crowbar. He heard the zombie's footsteps closing in. Don't worry, they can't open doors, he reassured himself. Then, two claws gripped his throat, squeezing it. But they can burst through them!
Gordon sliced through one of the claws with the crowbar, dripping blood all over his suit. Gordon sprang from it's clutches and ran. He balanced on the beams, making sure he didn't fall to his doom. There was a crash, and the zombie burst onto the beam. It turned to Gordon, and even though he couldn't see it's eyes, he could sense pure hatred. The skeletal figure leapt at Gordon, knocking them both off the beams, and into the fire below. Gordon remembered destroying this part of the town. He fought with the zombie, landing a kick that sent it flying off him. It scrambled to its feet, and charged him. Gordon checked his vital status. 12 percent. That's it! No more games! Gordon said to himself. He grabbed the crowbar, and landed two consecutive hits on the creature's head/crab, and it slumped. Gordon walked towards the ladder, when the footsteps came back. Gordon raised the Gravity Gun, but it was knocked out of his hands. 1 percent health. Gordon ran towards it, crowbar raised, ready to kill it or die trying. The pointed piece of metal slammed into the crab, gashing it. It fell off. Gordon raised the crowbar again and slammed the blunt end into the zombie's head. It screamed, the yowl echoing through the night, and fell to the ground. Hah! Got the little bastard! Gordon thought.