We push the doors closed behind us shutting out Vincent's laughter; the laughter is replace by a sound that's just as bad, the stomping echo of boots on laminate. I glance at Claire; she's rolling her shoulder, getting ready. The first flea bag rounds the corner; saliva is dripping from his enlarged canine teeth. The rest of his squad comes barreling 'round the corner; there are six of them in all. One runs forwards and Claire grabs it by the hair and slams its head into the wall, it leaves a bright red blotch and he falls to the ground. The next one lunges at me and I punch it in the thorough, sadly his windpipe doesn't collapse like I thought it would, but he is dazed so I grab him by the ears and slam his face into my knee, he falls onto the ground and I finish him off by bringing my boot down on his skull. A satisfying crunch emanates from his head and he lives no more. Another one runs at me and the world slows to a crawl, I feel my blood pumping in my veins, I bring my fist up into his ribcage faster and harder than I ever thought I could, I can literally feel his bones split and crack. I grab a chunk of flesh and fur and spin him around; I brace one arm against his chest and put the other around his jaw. I crack his neck in one swift movement. The world continues to crawl along, one of the beasts has a gun out and it's pointed at me. I feel his first shot rip thorough my shoulder, I feel the skin split as the bullet goes in, the crunch and cracks as it hits a bone, and then the splitting of skin as it exits through my back. I rush him before he gets another shot off, I grab hold of the barrel of the gun and twist, his fingers in his gun hand break and he howls. I draw the knife from its sheath and plunge it through his eye socket. He hits the ground milliseconds after the shell from his shot does. The world hiccups and returners to normal speed, Claire dispatches another goon brutally and the last two guys flea in terror. My arm is slick with blood; I lean over and throw up onto the ground.
We run/stagger along the hall toward the exit. A man in a lab coat runs out of a door and hoofs it toward us, Claire takes my arm off from around her shoulder and I fall to my knees. She rips a fire extinguisher from the wall and hits the guy in the gut with it, he stumbles and she hits him in the back of the head. She holds out a hand and pulls me to my feet. I cough, "Right in the sweet spot." I say quietly. She grimaces and pulls me into the room, I notice a red cross on the door as we go in. She rolls me onto a stretcher and passes me my handgun, "I'll be back in a second, look after yourself." she commands. I lie there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes; she rushes back with a red bag with a cross on it. "Oh, no you don't." I croak. She ignores me and rips a package of sterilize bandages open with her teeth, she tries to open a thing of pain killers but she can't get the top off. "Stupid child safety lids!" She complains. She decides to just crush the plastic with her boot; she passes me a handful of pills and cracks the lid off a bottle of iodine. She shrugs and dumps the whole thing over my wound, I grunt and kick the rail at the bottom of the stretcher, it goes spinning away along the floor.
She wheels me along the hall. A guard steps into the hall, "Clear!" she yells and his head explodes in a red mist. She found more shells for her shotgun it seems. We come to the door that leads to the outside and she pushes the stretcher through it. Once we're through she turns and slams the butt of the gun into the door mechanism, she pulls on the handles of the door and it doesn't open, "I always see them do that in the movies, I honestly didn't think it would work." She admits. She I hand her the flare gun and she points it into the sky and fires.