Oh mother fathering sons of sisters... I'm fucked

There has to be ever demon and hell beast in town all encroaching on the room. Each with their own unique way of tearing me to pieces. There is no way I can shoot them all. Even in the best day of my life, I'd be lucky to take out 5 shattered at once. You saw how close that first little bastard came to killing me! I need to run but there is only one entrance and thats where the baddies are coming from. I could hide but im fairly certain at least half of them would be able to smell me and the other half would see me with some sort of murder-vision. I can't fight them, i can't hide or run from them and im fairly certain diplomacy is off the table...I am just dead. Thats all there is too it. I'm going to die.

Wait but wait and wait some more. The air ducts. Normally i wouldnt trust airducts since nobody has maintained them in 20 year but at this moment, it's my only chance.

I open on the ceiling. It's well over 20 feet off the ground so I sure hope it doesn't collapse with me in it. I crawl in. Shimmy up about 30 foot toward the first floor and wait with my rifle.

I listen. The rumble slows to a hault below me. Non-uniform breathing fills the surrounding air. After a few seconds, they start searching. I can hear them tear and claw in the distance. After an couple minutes, the breathing starts to dissipate and the tearing stops. I still hear some so I wait longer. 1 hour. 2 hours. Time passes slowly when you stare at an empty A/C duct waiting to kill or be killed.

Eventually, it's passed time to nut up or shut up. I crawl back down towards the breath of my hunters. I peak through the grate and see that a handfull of them remain still. 3 beastlike shattered and one nasty looking ghoul of a corrupted. I can hardly make out any detaik but lets just say there are tenticals, wings and very large teeth. A cocktail of death of which I wish not to sip. Even if I kill them all, I'd likely notify everyone else in town like last time. And frankly, I not to fond of my new neighbors.

I will have to distract my pursuers with something the humans called a decoy. I just so happen to be an expert on the matter. First. I climb up to the 2nd floor and the far East end. I can either shoot three shots and or I shoot another load ass shattered. I then shimmy back down the air ducts to the basement and turn on the generator. Then I climb back up to the 2nd floor, lock the and save man kind. It's fool proof!

As I make my way to the 2nd floor to execute my plan, I hum a soft little spy music to myself. Ever hero needs a theme song. i peak out the 2nd floor vent. Nobody. I crawl out and ready my rifle. The second I pull the trigger for that third shot, i have to be gone. Ready. Steady...

-Wack!-

"What the hell..." I say as i open my eyes as if from a long slumber, " what happened?"

The stuff is gone! Including the glass to save man kind! Who the hell would do this? Who could do this? I know that the shattered and corrupted all want me dead but they dont have the foresight to take the glass too. Who even knows that I'm here and that I have the peice? And what does my chest hurt so badly!?

I look down to see a nail driven through my side with a bloody note attatched.

"Sorry, I need this" It read.

My eyes tighten to say the following name "Nelly."