Isaac stopped in front of us all, covered in the blood from his victims. Abraham was the first to get up and confront him. "Did they touch you?" it was quite strange, the man who had said nothing for the entire time was now the most active, the rest of us just stayed quiet and listened to the two converse. "What happened?"
"The two got up, then their where more, at least five more" He was out of breath and seemed dizzy. "They came after me, they were so fast, I had to shoot their legs out from underneath so they couldn't catch me" Abraham seemed confused.
"They chased after you?" Isaac nodded and sat down on the ground. He had come out of his hero commander mode and it now seemed that Abraham was the one in charge.
Abraham looked at the rest of us. "This has all gone, horribly wrong"
"Ill fucking second that" Johnson spoke aloud and pulled out his rifle and loaded it again quickly for luck I suppose. I looked around, what were we going to do?
Isaac stood up and walked over to us. "We move now, before the catch up, we have to rescue those people in the church and then get to Collins who will be waiting at the rendezvous point just north of the church. On your feet, now!" We all immediately sprung to our feet and checked all our equipment and opened the bag where we took out an array of weapons and anything that could aid us in our battle. It was very simple, we weren't dealing with normal humans here.
Quickly moving now through the trees out into an open field, it was dark and we could hardly see anything. There was faint torchlight from Henderson's flashlight, which we had dimmed on purpose so the hostiles could not catch us up, or find us. But still, we were in the dark with a flashlight that let them know where we were, and they could hide in the dark. A feeling of paranoia came over me; it felt as if they were all watching. We walked for hours it seems, yet light did not beam through the smog and it remained dark with only the flashlight to guide us.
"Stop" Isaac called like he had done before. Quickly Henderson switched out his flashlight and we all got down in the long grass of the fields. Up ahead was a crunching sound, if someone was walking on the grass and the boots where heavy. Isaac peered up then ducked his head very quickly. Heavy breathing could be heard from in front. Johnson took out his pistol and started screwing on a silencer. Isaac nodded and Johnson leaped up and shot three bullets in rapid succession at the target. There was a thump and no more. We all got to our feet and quickly moved over to what ever had landed on the ground.
Amongst a patch of tall grass laid strewn was a bloody corpse of a villager. He had no jaw, instead a gaping hole where the back of his throat could be seen. His torso was covered with blood obviously from his decapitation, or worse. He wore a checked shirt and cream trousers, both of which had been ripped in many places. His eyes where bright red and he smelled something terrible.
I drew back in horror; it was like nothing I had ever seen before. Henderson's peered down and looked at him more, as if analysing. "That's one messed up dude, if I looked like that, Id have to kill myself.