Peter ducked and the moster crashed through the window. He reloaded the shotgun & put it away. Diving into his pack, he pulled out one of the bottles. Peter opened the bottle and pulled out the wet rag. He yanked the lighter from his back pocket and lit the soaked towel, which caught fire instantly. The creature leaped back in and shot it's tongue out at him. Peter chucked the bottle of flaming ale at the thing. It's tongue wrapped around the bottle and retracted inside it's mouth. Peter pulled out the Glock, ejected the clip and slammed in a new one. Taking aim, he fired two shots down the throat of the mutant. He took cover as the bullets smashed through the bottle, setting fire to the rest of the alcohol. The creature squealed and shrieked as it's insides were ignited. Body parts flew everywhere and the walls were painted with blood. He celebrated a short victories, because two more of the monsters came in through the window. "Shit!", he yelled, turning and running down the hall. Something hit him in the back and he flew through the doorway. The creatures leaped for him but he shut the door and pressed against it. Two thuds made the door shudder and Peter heard a squishing sound. Peter opened the door and saw two crumpled bodies on the floor. The one who was closest to him had it's head crushed in and the other was stunned. Peter saw it's tone and recognized his blood on it. He pulled the shotgun from his back and pointed the weapon at it's head, staring mercilessly into it's... eyes? The creature started to stir and Peter fired, causing the monster's head to explode.

Peter walked on and a little girl turned the corner and ran into him. She fell backward and stared up at him. She could tell he wasnt human. "Who are you?", Peter asked looking down at her. "Sherry Birkin.", she replied looking almost terrified. A monsterous roar came from the direction that the girl had just come. "Go!", Peter yelled, pulling out two bottles. Sherry dashed away as a giant figure crashed through the door. Peter lit the rags and threw them at the thing. The monsterous man caught both bottles and threw them back at Peter. "What the hell!", Peter screamed, diving out of the way. The bottles shattered and created a wall of fire.

"Fine! You wanna play 'Hot Potato'? Let's play!", Peter said, lighting another one and tossing it the monster's way. Just before the monster caught it, Peter fired his Barretta, shattering the bottle. The creature caught fire and let out a roar of defeat as it threw itself out the window. "Im all through with the rags.", Peter mumbled.

"Hello Peter.", came a female voice from behind him. He turned and saw a tall woman. Somehow he felt a connection with her, one he didnt have with anyone else. "Who are you?", Peter asked, pulling out his Glock and training the two guns on her. "You don't remember me?", she asked, walking towards him and giving him a hurt look. "Don't come any closer!", Peter cried, setting his fingers on the trigger. Her look subsided and she grinned, gettinga gleam in her eye, "Well, I'll just have to remind you." She appeared in front of him and brought her elbow into his jaw. The second that her skin made contact, he remembered everything that had happened. Her name was Akasha, and she wasnt human. Peter flew into the wall but caught himslef an clung to it. "Akasha? But I disposed of you!" "No, you didnt. You only put me in a temporary sleep. But thanks to muggles, I was awakened."

"Why did you come back?", he asked with a scowl. "To torture you, why else?", she replied, a grin spreading across her face. "Not funny, Akasha. There are zombies, lickers, and other things outside...", a door crashed open, "Well, okay, everywhere now.", he said, rushing towards the noise. "STARS!", the hidden creature bellowed. "Feck!", Peter exclaimed, sliding to a stop and running back the way he came. "Akasha! Run! It's Nemesis!", he yelled, grabbing onto her and kept running. He suddenly stopped and fell onto the floor. Apparantly, he couldnt pull Akasha an inch. He got up and aimed the shotgun at Nemesis to slow it down, but to no success. The seven foot monster fird it's rocket and Peter hit the deck. The projectile exploded, propelling Peter and Akasha two feet away from the Nemesis. "Peter run!", Akasha screamed getting up. Peter turned and ran down the hall. And when he turned the corner, six zombies dove for him, two of which were cops, and Peter fired until all of the undead were, as they should be, dead. He heard a window break and Akasha scream. Akasha, no! Peter rounded the corner and saw a torn piece of Akasha's clothing clutched in Nemesis's hand.

"AKASSHHHAAAAAA!", he yelled, his cry turning into a growl as his body began to change. His pulse increased, eyes glowed yellow, teeth sharped, nails lengthened, and the pigment of his skin turning a very deep shade of blue. He was no longer in his human form. He lept at Mr. Staple Face. Peter remembered a bit of information he obtained that Nemesis's weak spot was it's left shoulder artery. He locked on target and ripped open the pulsing muscle. The hulking mass of flesh and muscle fell and created a pool of purple blood that seeped through the floor and disappeared to the floor below. He fled through the window and ran to the Big Apple Hotel. The place he tried to stay.