He froze. The growls filled his ears, blocking out all other sound. Gnashing teeth and boney fingers reached out, grabbing at him wildly. His stepped away, shake his head. His eyes filled with unmeasurable horror. He tried to aim but his trembling hands refused him a clear shot. He stared at this newly turned intruder. It's once shimmering hazel eyes, now clouded and glazed over, it's flawless skin was pale and sickly, crusted with blood and marked with lacerations and peeling flesh. The once confident voice was now a stream of groans and growls, spit dribbling down it's chin, lightly tinted crimson. The proud walk had become staggers and stumbling, no longer graceful and swift. It crashed before his feet, dragging it's broken rotting body along the floor. He flinched away from it, pointing his gun at it again, still unable to pull the trigger in defense. He gritted his teeth and backed away, tripping over a downed chair, falling back; slamming his head against the floor. His firearm vacated his hand with the impact, skittering across the scratched up dusty wooden floor. He grimaced, blinked away the pain then continued his retreat from the being, holding his hands up in defense, ready incase it lunges at him. In the distance, he heard a soft voice calling "Jake!" He scanned the room, catching sight of a familiar sight of blonde hair and bright blue eyes as the figure ran into the room. Yet another endeavor of the his angelic savior. Her blue eyes were fearful as she screamed "Jake!" Her path was blocked by debris forcing her to remain on the sidelines. He quickly looked away, returning the being's dead eyed stare. His eyes narrowed, his gaze locked with the creature, watching it closely as it tried to clamber over the same chair that had downed him. He gave a sad smile, wondering if this was how he was gonna die. He couldn't bring himself to fight back. Not this time. He closed his eyes just as the being lunged towards him, using the fallen furniture to give itself momentum. A shot rang out. Blood sprayed over him. A heavy mass collapsed on top of him. He opened his eyes to see those dead hazel eyes staring back at him. Wide eyed, he pushed the gurgling corpse off of him to see his angel holding his gun clasped in her trembling fingers, tears sliding down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees, stifling the emotions welling up from within. He bit back his own emotions, refusing the bile that rose up in his throat a way out. He looked back at the dead being, his voice barely a whisper "I'm sorry."