When Tyler heard Rachelle screaming, his blood curdled. He took off toward the lavatories as fast as he could, shotgun in hand. His heart was racing, and all he could think about was the possibility that someone he had come to care for would be hurt. What he saw when he opened the bathroom door was worse than anything he could have ever dreamed of or even imagined. His eyes then darted to Rachelle's hiding place under the sink. The thing was lurching toward her, claws and tentacles outstretched. Tyler did the only thing he could think of, hoping to deter the monster's attention from Rachelle.
"Hey, you big ugly bastard! Over here!" He said, as he shot one of the monster's tentacles. The creature growled in pain and began to go for Tyler. Rachelle climbed out from underneath the sink as soon as the thing's back was turned, running out of the bathroom as quickly as she could. She was terrified, and didn't want to leave Tyler alone, but she also knew that he would never have had it any other way. She waited outside anxiously, picking up a piece of broken glass from the snack machine in case anything else came out.
Tyler kept firing off rounds, wondering how long this thing would live, and how long his shotgun would hold out. The more he shot, the more pissed off the creature got. Of course, what did he expect to do? Slink off with its tail tucked between its legs? Not bloody likely. Tyler was terrified, but he just kept shooting, backing up, as the monster would get closer. He hoped that Rachelle was all right, that she hadn't been hurt. She had seemed fine, just a little shaken up. Tyler was getting more and more anxious to get out of this city every second.
The thing was coming right toward Tyler right now, getting closer. Tyler had reached his last bullet.