Thanks for the comments so far, I'll try and post the third part in a couple of days.
The figure sprinted forward and Andrew stumbled back as a bloody face loomed from the darkness.
The figure collided with him before he could swing the bat, throwing him to the ground he felt sharp pain all up his back.
Using the force of the collision, Andrew put his foot in the gut of the guy and he almost flew over him and towards the open apartment door.
The guy thudded into the ground and rolled until he hit the wall.
Andrew looked around, but his bat was missing, lost somewhere in the dark room.
He walked to the apartment door and watched as the man got up.
"I'm warning you," Andrew said, "I'm not in the mood for this shit today,"
The guy turned and Andrew's eyes widened, the man's face looked like it had been mauled by a bear. Skin hung from the cheeks and his teeth was broken and had small chunks of what could only be described as flesh stuck between his teeth.
The thing howled and made for him with unbelievable speed, he slammed the door and leant against it, but the impact knocked him to the ground.
He lay listening as running footsteps disappeared down the corridor followed by a women screaming.
"Oh shit," he said aloud, fumbling for the door handle in the dark.
As he did, he heard a noise behind him, someone stepping on the broken lamp.
Turning he saw another figure silhouetted against the window, standing there looking at him in the dark.
"Who are-," he began but it pounced like a wolf.
The thing was on top of him before he could react, Andrew's head smashed into a table and he felt his head spinning and cold hands grasp his neck.
He rolled over, getting on top, but whatever it was, it was damm strong.
Its hand's lashed out, but he held them down. It's face kept spitting and trying to bite him and he struggled to pin it down.
The thing pushed his side and he lost balance, landing softly on the side of a sofa and bouncing back, hitting the ground hard.
Under him he felt a large object, something cold and solid. Tightening his grip, he picked up what felt like the lamp's handle.
"One more step and I'll fucking kill you!" Andrew coughed as he got his breath back.
The thing came again and Andrew swung hard, the blow struck the thing in the shoulder and it stumbled back into the dark.
Not waiting around, he scrambled for the door, wrenching it open and slamming it behind him.
He leant against the wall to better get his breath, when he heard shouting from downstairs.
Andrew ran towards the stairs, his back bleeding from the broken glass from the lamp.
As he reached the bottom, two men were pushing the thing that had attacked him out the front doors to the apartment block.
Andrew went between them and drew back his fist, with all his strength his punched it in the nose and it stumbled back and fell down the steps outside.
"Thanks," one of the men said, his business suit stained with blood.
The other, a man dressed in black with a red bandana said nothing, he knelt down and picked up a wrench that lay by his feet.
"Larry," the businessman said as the thing smashed against the door.
The other man leant against it and looked around.
"I can hold this door," he said," go and get some washing machines from the basement and block the door, go hurry before those things get in"
"Andrew," Andrew said, shaking Larry's hand.
"Was there a girl down here?" Andrew asked.
"Over here," said a voice, the girl lay against the wall wrapping a part of her ripped shirt around her arm, which was bleeding heavily.
"I locked one in your apartment," he said to the girl.
"What are they?" Larry asked.
"They look like fucking vampires," the other guy said.
"I don't think their vampires," Andrew said, looking out at the people fighting in the street.
"You stay here," Andrew said to the girl," we'll be right back,"
Larry put down the last of the washing machines, there were now six of them barring the doors.
"What's your name?" Andrew asked the guy with the wrench, who said nothing and narrowed his eyes as he walked past.
"I'm going to check the back doors," he said walking away down the corridor.
"What's with him?" Andrew asked Larry.
"He's the guy in room 32 on the top floor," Larry replied, "hes always been an asshole,"
"What's his name?" Andrew said as the girl stood up.
"It's Conrad," Larry said," I'd stay out of his way if I was you,"
"What's that?" the girl said pointing.
Their gaze travelled to the other side of the street, where there was flashing red and blue lights coming from an alleyway with thick black smoke.
"A police car?" Larry said, looking hopeful.
"They looked fucked," Andrew said, "and I'm not going out there unless theres help,"
"The phones are out," the girl said," maybe they have a radio, we can get some help from the cops,"
"You're a genius," Andrew said.
"Who's going to go and see?" Larry said, with the look on his face saying 'not fucking me'.
"I'll go," Andrew said," I'll go down the fire escape. Larry go to room 16, my apartment and turn on the TV, find out what's going on. Ummm….,"
"The names Claire," the girl said.
"Make sure your able to lower the ladder when I come back," he said," They might be following me when I get back,"
"Hey your bleeding," Claire said.
"It was that lamp in your apartment," he explained," Theres no time now, I'm going to see if they have a radio,"
He made for the stairs and went into his apartment, opening the window he lowered himself onto the fire escape.
"This better fucking work," he muttered as he slid down the ladder into the empty alleyway.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Claire standing by the ladder, he turned and got ready to run across the street to the police car which his could now see was burning in the alley opposite……..