Morgan looked intently at the door. The creature approaching had the door rattling in its frame which scared Morgan to his core. He aimed the shotgun at head height, which meant he was aiming for the creature's chest. The monster was nearly there, Morgan knew it and he held the shotgun fast. It seemed like an eternity before the creature got there but sure enough, it punched through the door.

An almighty whack took the door clean off its hinges and Morgan didn't hesitate in firing. The first round just thudded into the creatures pulsating chest, which didn't seem to harm the creature. The 2nd shell flew into the creature's face, which hurt it as it roared and seemed to erupt with a foul-smelling blue liquid. The creature responded by vomiting a small grenade object, which turned out to be gas. Some splashed on Morgan's face and he shouted in pain

"OWWW! That's acid!? This thing has acid blood? It's like something from a film!"

He fired a 3rd shot which hit the monsters face once more, this time obliterating his eyes which caused the creature to flail wildly around the room, knocking over the radio which semi-exploded which also hurt both the creature and Morgan as it shrapnelled everywhere. The monster was flailing around when it moved towards the window which had been blown out by the radio and had also taken part of the wall with it. Morgan's eyes were streaming with tears and he could barely see but he charged towards the monster and shoulder-barged him with all his energy.

The creature roared and stumbled to try and keep balance. It seemed as if he was going to stay on when Morgan, tears dripping down his burned face cocked the shotgun and fired from almost point-blank range. The shell hit the monster with the force of a sledge-hammer as the monster fell out of the window and crashed to the floor below. Morgan fell to the floor, he was too tired to move and his eyes and face were burning. He just wanted to sleep. He felt his eyes close and he drifted off into unconsciousness....

Is he dead?

No, he's breathing. Just unconscious. Give him a few hours and he'll wake up.

What? Whose voices are they?

OK, get him into the Church, we'll go from there.